You are Forging Legend Binu rawtani, a Human.
Your skin has taken on a greenish granite-like sheen, roughening your features and lending you the forbidding appearance of living stone.
You have sapphire eyes. Your platinum hair is shoulder length and straight, and is worn loose. You have copper skin.
You are ancient.
You have a thick bushy mustache that droops heavily on your upper lip and a long shaggy beard.
Your forearm has a tattoo of a childish Human dancing amid a field of zombies.
You are in good shape.
You are wearing a charming tapestry carpetbag patterned with sprawling cabbage roses, a heavy silk duffel bag, a blue leather satchel, some heavy plate gauntlets cloaked in strands of spider silk, a lumium lamellar balaclava, a blackened steel parry stick with sturdy steelsilk straps, a puffy-white targe sealed with protective wax, some calf-high forester's boots that have embroidered eagles illustrated in the spider silk blanketing them, a dull serpent earcuff, a dull serpent earcuff, a pale-green sanowret crystal, an enveloping shaman's robe of dark brown felt trimmed with adder fangs, a pink shirt that is draped in veils of spider webbing deftly feather-stitched with pictures of unicorns, a sigilated platinum ring, a sigilated platinum ring, a sturdy blackened iron band stamped with a crest, some asini zills etched with a bat-eared puppy, a black leather naphtha holder with vial slots stitched to the sides and a plain war belt crafted from dark brown leather.