Hex Burrows

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"Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them."

Name: "Hex" 'Silvertounge'  Burrow
Race: Strongheart Halfling
    (At first glance)
Height: 4'6"
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bisexual
Occupation: None, Current.
Cormyrian War Wizard, Former

'Hex' stood tall, far taller then most hin,  he was easily compared to that of a beardless dwarf, but frailer in build and thinner, and nothing imposing at all, one wouldn't be able to help staring at him as he walked however, silent and almost predatory, but beyond that the posture, the way he carried himself, a well weary traveller, a lone wolf-like air.. An air of Mystery, a walk like someone who has seem decades of what life had to reveal, clearly he was not as average as he would let off to be.

Strapped to his back, the most visable item on his person, the massive Zweihander Sword was easily 5'5 in human height, and weighed close to three hundred pounds, During the Day, It appeared to bemade entirely of Pure Iron, and traced out with Dark gold and copper grip, lining the blade's length, was many jagged teeth, on closer look the sword seemed to bleed faintly, driping dark blood to the ground, and during night, the blade went under a dramatic change, becoming something out of a nightmare, it's blade, seemed to rot away, and almost seemed to grow out veins to connect to the jagged like iron blade, became dark dull and almost rusted, and seemed to look like they had fangs sprouting around the veins, the grip became bone, and was where the veins seemed to rip out from where the blade connected to the hilt, the blade seemed to let out a hushed whisper, almost begging to be used, runes formed in the blade's length, in Elven scripture, which read out "Bodhi's Embrace"

Out of his armor; he was noteably more paler, cold to the touch, with soft solid orbs of black eyes peaking out at you from a weary hood, he wore matchingly white clothing, elegantly, and usually always had a small lute at his side when dressed in this attire; the Lute bearing the inscription; "C.B - A Gift to my eldest brother, Play on brother"

No matter the outfit however, always found on his attire pinned is his old badge of Service, indicating he at a time, was once a privileged War Wizard in Service to the Crown of Cormyr. Another Pin underneath seemed to be a different one entirely, marking him as once being a member of a Troupe of Hin Warriors, the Initials of the Troupe were laid on the old worn badge reading faintly: "L.P"

Hanging Around his neck, is a pendant, it is older than he is, and appears to be something between a mix of a gothic cross a Shaded Gem embeded in it's center, wrapped with metal bat-wings, the gem itself, seems to glow in two colors, during the day it would glow a orange and the cross would be warm to the touch, and during night, it would seem the cross would be cool and icy, the gem being a low silvery-blue hue.

Around his finger is a iron band ring, the ring seems to have a enchantment to it, those with magical capabilites to feel out magic, or those who would use any sort of magic-revealing on him would see the ring seems to eminate a tight shield of soft magic around his very person, that only seems to be active during daylight.

The Halfling, would otherwise seem like your average hin, but should one also happen to look down at his feet, the halfling's shadow seems to be faded as if trying to remain, occationally fading out of view from time to time. and the shadow. unlike the halfling, seems to have a pair of skeletal dragon wings..
Player:RNGurrows
Gender (Visually):Male
Race (Visually): Halfling