Age :  Mid 40s,
Height 6 footish
Eyes : Clear Blue
Hair:  Raven Black, Kept pulled back into a rather long braid he lays at his back. Though at times, the braid is inside the back of his shirt / armor ect.
Build: Mid-muscular

"At a glance" :  A handsome face with strong angles, His beard is trimmed and kept quite neat. A air of nobility surrounds this man, enhanced only by the way he speaks. Well mannered and educated, his ice blue eyes speak of knowledge gained and secrets held. His build and movements speak of a man who has crossed a battlefield more then on time in his life, and while the hilt of the sword upon his hip is worn with age, you doubt the blade is. Upon the hilt there is a odd thing yet. A large ruby set upon the hilt has the image of a black raven in flight, wings open as if to fly from the stone.  The black bird seems set into the gem, a rare feat of a master craftsmen.


The Long Haul:

As your eyes scan the man before you, you see a man of taste, elegance and unless you are mistaken, a brute of savage wars.  While he carries himself with the elegance of a royal, and his words are smooth as a silver tongued bard. There is a hidden edge to his speech, a barely sheathed steel. His build from what you can see is that of a well formed man, muscular with the girth of a general walking before his troops.  His eyes, those ice blue gems set within his sun creased tanned face, speak of a man who has squinted across the battlefield a time or two. Hints of dark markings show at his neck, perhaps the tips of a tattoo or something beneath the silken shirt he wares.

While he seemed every inch the warrior, respect is the shield he has chosen, as more are referred to as Lady or Lord. He makes no effort to be sarcastic in this, speaking with the lowest servant as if they were a royal in court. But behind his words of sweet honey there lies something wrong, smiles that barely reach his eyes. The passing of a phrase, calculated and cold. Callused hands that prove he is not fully a prim and pressed noble one might think him.  Anger seethes at the edge of his aura, held in tight check with willpower and knowledge. Should he open that dam, one cannot know what the man might become.  


--The Tattoo ( IC only if shirtless )--

The intricate markings of the tattoo seem seared into his skin, rather then colored, the fine lines of the marking perfect in there symmetry.  If one was predestined to knowledge and power (If you have decent Lore) they could easily tell that this is some form of Magic, and not simply a design for fun.  Thought the type and placement seem odd as well, and they could not decipher the full spectrum of the spell upon the mans skin.


Reds - Perm Death - OOC DRAMA - Pedo - Toilet stuff - Men - Taking IC RP in to OOC environment -

Yellow/Green  - I am a player who likes to let RP dictate the situation. Thus the yellow / green ratio rarely if ever applies. I take consequences for my PCs actions. So should he do something that you feel should earn him something in return, I invite you to send a tell, telling me the why and recourse -  as long as the punishment is befitting the crime. I am normally quite ok with everything.