Khovuk Blutfeder

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As you walk by along the streets of Sinifer you look over the shape and into the face of an aged male. A aged orc by the looks as he sits quietly along a table witha mug of ale. The head of the aged man is bald and kept bald, if only for the comfort under a helmet. The bearded orcish face shows several scars and reddish glinting eyes watch the people passing by. The hair of the beard has turned from it´s deep black colour to a greyish white revealing partly the age of the man. Yet the broadshouldered and tall form hasn´t lost of it´s strength and prowess. The sharp and aware gaze that follows you in return as you look the man over reveals a very aware and bright intelligence behind those dark red  eyes. A few small wrinkles here and there beneath the eyes make their way across his face like small rifts. The skincolour of this warrior must once have been a deep and dark green, even if it had paled withthe age and taken on an earthen hue. His tusks show past his upper lip and give the face a savage appearance. Small rings and caps of steel twinkle along them to protect the Orcs tusks and ensure a bite would indeed hurt.
Next to the man rests a helmet on the table together witha mug of ale and a pipe, which would give a strong herbal scent and a faint trail of smoke in the air. As you look closer you can see all the same the hilt of a large axe and a shield leaning next to the soldier. And while most of his kind might prefer lighter garbs of leather, this male orc wore a set of plated armor. Full plates of enchanted magical alloy covered in shamanistc sigils and symbols of the orcish rune script. The metal kept in darker colours actually were kept well in shape. And even if they look like they have seen already a long time of service, the man would wear and take care of it as if it was a second skin. Together with the large axe and shield, you notice a pair of smaller curved axes to be thrown and some large metal globes along some strings, a bola. By the mans feet rests  a larger backpack revealing all the thigns needed to stay on the road and travel in the city and the wild alike.
Should someone come to peer under the armor, would find the orcs body still beholding under the earthen toned skin, muscles like ropes. Scars run along the males skins like landmarks as he seemed to have taken the swipe of a large clawed creature tothe chest, which must have cut through the armor.  His body looks rugged from the life the aged man lives and somoene could see along his arms the marks where fangs and claws might have dug in long in the past. The marks of someone used to hunt and take down, used to the prey biting and clawing into him in a last effort of defense. The man in his age as soldier merecenary guard and hunter being used to be the hunter and the hunted. For none knows what war means unless someone stands on the loosing side.
You hear a faint sound a guttural faint growl of the aged mans throat as he stares by now back at you and follows you quietly a little while with his gaze. Even a little longer should you bear pointed ears, regardless the colour of skin.  Yet he turns his focus back to his ale and his pipe, to relax in the afternoon sun.

As of late a necklace was resting around his neck showing the embleml of the tradeport Maurnan V´re, carrying the seal of a councilman of the city

Reds: The usual common sense reds.
For all the rest of IC and OOC matters, setting up things and wishes, shoot a tell. Player is tell friendly


((Thanks a lot for the visual overhaul to the Motherly Leopard :) ))
Player:Mahrr
Gender (Visually):Male
Race (Visually): Half-Orc