Montague Rotwell

Portrait

Description
This man stands tall, his broad shoulders carved from years of fighting and swinging steel, with each step measured before he moved. Shoulder-length brown hair, tangled by sea winds from a coast he will never call home again, falls over piercing green eyes, sharp as jade and heavy with ghosts. Well-kept stubble frames his jaw, while scars etch his skin: claw gashes and jagged burns, each a story. His hands, calloused and steady from years of wielding a sword. He moves like a man who knows the dark too well, always watching, always ready, a man forged and tempered by survival. He speaks little, his voice low, roughened by years of shouting into storms and whispering prayers against the unnatural. In a city he is an outsider, his coastal accent and guarded stance marking him apart. Yet he hunts, driven by a flicker of purpose - to end the monsters, or perhaps to outrun his own. Wearing a silver pendant, etched with a rune from a life he left behind, it hangs beneath his coat, laying close to that chest which was marked with runes and sigils, things that might have once protected him. A gold pendant now hangs from him as well, it gleams with a warm, muted luster, its surface etched with an intricate sigil. Suspended from a supple, dark leather cord. The edge of a circular sigil is visible on his chest. Its lines are sharp and deliberate. Faded red lines cut across his chest, thin and evenly spread as if he might of been scratched by someone or something. ---------------------------------------------------------- Everything not in reds. Excrement. Vore.
Player:	BurnTheBridges
Gender (Visually):	Male
Race (Visually):	Human