Race: Human
Height: 6 feet 2 inches or 188 cm
Weight: 194 pounds or neary 88 kg
Eyes: turquoise blue
Hairs: for a man long and black

Face: His face is small and anguar.
With the bigger nose and the small and high cheeckbones he reminds or has a little bit the aura of a bird of prey.

Eyes: It is a turquoise that can remind you  of the shallow clear water of the coastlines or around the beaches of an island.

Skin: His skin is typical tanned for someone who was born and rised up in a land of deserts.
His face and inner hands are rough and feeling more like leather then skin which reminds you on an old fisherman you known. He must been on a boat or ship for a very long time to got this status.
If you ever see his forearms you would be surprised. Many in numbers and kind of scars are covering his forearms and someone tried to cover them with some ornaments. With your experience you can recognize that the one who done it was not very skilled or maybe drunk when he did it.

Physical appereance or Body:

His seablue clothes are a bit loose so you cannot say it properly, but this man seems not to be a mountain of muscles like some of the typical warriors.
The word "wirly" comes to your mind more.
His steps are not short and snatchy.
When he walks he moves his whole body and do the movements much more precise steps and larger movemen which gives him a bit of elegant in the way he does.

The smell of cedar wood and sea water is following him

Light:
First of all i tend to go with the flow of the rp and let it decide.

White/Green:
seduction, flirting, Vanilla sex, rough sex, coarse language during erp srp (that is not humiliating ), Romance, long courtship, fidelity, light to medium BDSM, long to medium posts, humor, good social rp, friendships, hunting, Creating RP plots/adventures and writing them up in the forums, colaborating, Oral (giving & revieving), Anal (giving), Bestiality and beeing a slave (but not been an easy one)

Reds: All against the server rules. *points above* All others? He is enough self-confident to say something if he doesnt likes it.

Story:

You slowly go of your way and look up once more from the ground and the ship at the pier.
A person is coming from this ship and moving over the landingbridge to your position. Maybe wants to enter the city.

After a short blinking you recognise by the build and the body length that it must be a man. The distance between you and the unknown man got less and less with each step he does and you was thinking.

Now you can see the reason of your initial doubts and why you didnt thought from the beginning it is a man.

This man, dressed in sea-blue clothes which  blue is only highlighted by golden buttons.
He carries his hair unusually long for a man.
The deep dark hair flows over his shoulders, the napes down.
As if his clothes and the hair length were not quite unusual enough for a person at this place, besides, he is an owner of an exotic looking beard.
This seems to be a mixture of a moustache and a chinbeard. Beside his maybe bizar blue clothes is tanned browned skin.
The tone this brown one seems to give the impression on you that the man stood not only just in the sun for an hour a day.
This colour must have made only from a long stay in the desert.

? Or he is a sailor? ?: pops in your mind.
'Yes, maybe?!'The sailors who see to be here in the harbour are more often from the almost same browntone, because these must stand also all day long on deck with wind and bye any weather.
Still there are a few steps left before the man will pass you.

He is turning his head and his eyes are facing you. He looks gauging first then attentive and friendly.
These pupils stands in a strong contrast to him. Dark skin and blue eyes!
'No, Bluish green or? No. Turquoise!'
With light smiling on the lips you go on, because the colour reminds You of the shallow clear water of the coastlines.

Raises only four steps as the stranger his look and faces you with a friendly and warm smiling.

His face is small and angular.
With the bigger nose and the small and high cheeckbones he reminds or has a little bit the aura  of a bird of prey. He bends his head down. He holds the head longer below than for a nod would be necessary.


All this is only overlaid by the well-known noises of him. The leather boots of the men respounds to the stone ground by each step he made.
This is accompanied by the metallic rattling sounding from time to time which probably comes from the shealth which is bumbing lightly against his thigh.
On the right side of belt is one rapier in his leather shealth stucked between him and the belt.
When you pass now the man and he seems to greet you in an unknown language and with a melodic dialect.

You greet back in your own way as a breeze comes up. You can smell something in the wind. Is it him?! It might be and you recognize that this man is accompanied by a smell from cedar and sea water.