Azechel Ber'kcar

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Description
|Height| - 6'9" (206 cm) |Weight| - ~280 lbs (127 kg) |Hair| - Rich, inky black |Eyes| - Vibrant verdant green Recently returned to Port Naz'au ((Lotus Isles - Zenchu Isle - Portal 2)) His left arm is one not of his own flesh; stolen from a demon and grafted in place of the one lost some time ago, replacing the mechanically crafted and magically aided arm he once had. Dusky green skin is pulled taught over this frame of muscle, sinew, and bone. Scars of varying shapes and sizes criss-cross over his form, bookmarks of a life lived in conflict and violence. His tusked maw holds strong and defined behind a thick, dark beard. Though, in previous tussles, one of the tusks was broken and is now capped and fixed with a shaped and polished chunk of gold. An infant-beast sold to load and unload cargo on the docks, a child stolen by corsairs for better or for worse. Ber'kcar grew as a beast, learned as a man, and walks as he is now because of his past. Dark hair frames his face, cropped short on the sides and with only slightly more length on top, upon the back, his hair grows long, with a portion tied up, decorated with a few baubles and trinkets. Clad in the muscles of his brutish half, his frame itself leaned on the more human side; not as wide nor as towering as most of his ilk, a few inches from reaching seven feet. Veins run their course over the smooth flesh, interrupted only where they delve deeper into tissue and various scars bisect their paths. Along with those veins and scars, various tattoos of exotic inks are etched into his flesh, notably upon his forearm and his left leg, colorful ink dancing its way over his dusky flesh.   ``.``.``.``.``.``.``.``.``.``.``.``.``.``.``.``.``.``.``.``.`` When I go into the ground I won't go quietly, I'm bringin' my crown When I go into the ground Oh, they gotta bury me, bury me face down I've been on the run Since I was a boy But now I'm done runnin', got another thing comin' Watch my enemies get destroyed Oh, I've got troubles of more than one kind But I never sleep, gotta bury me six feet deep Where the sun don't shine Greens: Everything not in reds is good. Reds: Pedo, scat, vore. ____________________________________ Gray Green Mauve Goldenrod
Player:	Abuse
Gender (Visually):	Male
Race (Visually):	Human