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. The mark has softened to a dusky plum and edges feathered down into the same tone which it once stood out from. Still he made no attempt to hide it. ---------------------------------------------------------- Everything not in reds. Excrement. Vore.
Player:	BurnTheBridges
Gender (Visually):	Male
Race (Visually):	Human