Drunstan

Drunstan Ket'os
Status	Active
Race	Human Kaldar
Gender	Male
Guild	Barbarian
Instance	Prime

"Sky Above Me.

Earth Below Me.

Fire Within Me."
 

Description

You see Proudheart Drunstan Ket'os, a Human.
He has a square face with a well-defined Kaldaran jawline, dauntless crystal blue eyes and a straight nose. His golden hair is shoulder length and wavy, and is worn arranged in tight dreadlocks. He has tanned skin and an athletic build.
He is tall for a Human.
He is in his prime.
His shoulder has a tattoo of a rended and fleshy wound exposing battered steel and gears rather than bones and sinew.

He is wearing a charcoal wool top hat banded with brass goggles on a bronze-studded strap, a dull serpent earcuff, a dull serpent earcuff, a sleek chakrel panther amulet hung from a braided platinum chain, an enveloping outrider's cloak crafted from bias-cut burel, a light brown jacquard waistcoat with copper buttons, a silver unicorn ring, a heavy steel ring set with a rough-cut obsidian skull, a pair of copper zills, a dented steel lunch pail crafted from parts of a great helm, a pair of faded brown trousers with braided leather straps and bronze clasps and a pair of low-heeled brown boots adorned with several buckles.

Blood

Several lines marred his smooth tan skin, scars from both battles won and lost, like cracks in the desert's earth where the ground had gone parch. His strong square-jaw set in an unreadable expression, while his crystal blue eyes danced around the room, always watching, always aware. His calloused and steady hands absentmindedly found their way to the hilt of his nearest weapon. He didn't like crowds. He was a towering man, made from muscle and bone and sweat, made to feel even larger by the savage Kaldar blood racing through his veins. An aura of mystery surrounded him, the man with golden dreadlocks tied back by an undyed strip of leather and a gentlemen's top hat graced his head, all the while dried blood rested beneath his nails. Whose or what kind of blood, not even he could be sure of. He cautiously observed the area, as loud *snap* emits from a piece of cambrinth nearby while a robed mage chants quietly to themselves, the Barbarian shifts uneasily, casting a warning glance. A surprisingly short Elf with wild curls runs past him, bumping into him as she goes, squinting his eyes he follows her trail until she is seen locked in a tight embrace with the intolerable Elf that talks too loud.