~~AC/SC50 Tank for Shard Runs~~

~At a Glance~
Tanned, olive colored skinned resting beneath walnut brown hair, and deep brown eyes, on a frame that stands just shy of 6 feet flat, the dark figure bears a frame that seems more reminiscent to a cat than a grizzled mercenary, lean and wiry with very little bulk. Scars mar an otherwise average face, leading to a rather less-than-handsome visage. The body is clothed in leather and loose clothing, with a large knife, or perhaps a short blade, tucked away around his waist.

Additionally, the sweet but acrid aroma of cherry tobacco wafts around the man.

The man speaks with deep, but smooth, voice, a heavy cockney drawl that misplaces many of the hard consonants.

~Now You're Gawking~
Following the scars reveals they continue down beneath his clothing, thin lines, though numerous to the point of crisscrossing, turning the man's body into a chaotic pattern of cuts.

His left arm, when visible, appears to be plated in armor, though closer inspection reveals this to be false. Dark, and appearing to be made of mythril, the arm is an artifice, bladed joints and edges ending in a clawed hand, though fully articulate. That is, if the arm hasn't been magic'd with some illusion trickery...

~Light~
White: Roleplay, you coward.
Green: Everything Else
Red: Keep to the Rules, People