Guaranzo

Guaranzo Blackman
Status	Active
Race	Human
Gender	Male
Guild	Barbarian
Instance	Prime

Description

You see Terrible Guaranzo Blackman, a Human.
A length of sunbleached linen heavily stained with sweat and dried blood is folded to obscure Guaranzo's face, hiding all but a narrow strip of black skin around his eyes.
He is very tall for a Human. He has a burly build.
He is in good shape.

He is holding a rusted spear wrapped with a crude hemp grip in his right hand.
He is wearing a war-torn grey cloak clasped by a dagger inset with a pulsing green spiritgem, some baggy pants dangling a collection of battle trinkets around the beltline, a dingy hemp pouch drawn with a multitude of barbed iron spikes, some scarred leather boots splattered with bloodstains, a darkstone-hilted skinning knife with a blackened blade, a black leather thigh quiver, a simple wooden wristcuff, a parry stick, a lumium skirmisher's shield and an intricately carved black iron halberd.

Profile

            Name: Guaranzo Blackman
          Spouse: No Info
 Roleplay Stance: Heavy
      PvP Stance: Open

Alterations

TAP: a rusted spear wrapped with a crude hemp grip
LOOK: Though flakes of rust and corrosion cling precariously to the oxidized metal of this neglected weapon, closer inspection of the spear reveals it to be surprisingly sturdy and well-honed. A length of hemp cording has been wrapped mid-shaft to provide a makeshift grip.
You see the initials "C. B." impressed into the surface of the metal.

TAP: a length of sunbleached linen heavily stained with sweat and dried blood
LOOK: This length of fabric is long enough to be wrapped around the wearer's head and face, and in this case, has obviously been used to shield its owner from the spray of bloodshed. Though rusty colored blemishes mar the already yellowed and beaten linen, it remains viable as a functional accessory.

TAP: a war-torn grey cloak clasped by a dagger inset with a pulsing green spiritgem
LOOK: This worn cloak bears an impressive array of burns, rips, and spattered gore, a testament to the countless battles it has endured. It is clasped at the right shoulder by a tarnished silver dagger, its hilt capped by a double-thumbed fist clenched tightly around a lurid green spiritgem. The blade of the clasp extends straight down from the base of the hand, gleaming razor-sharp against the eerily pulsing reflection of the spiritgem.

TAP: some baggy pants dangling a collection of battle trinkets around the beltline
LOOK: Strung haphazardly from sinew cording, various tokens of death hang from the leather belt of these war-torn slacks. Bits of bone, tufts of hair, and an assortment of metal and stone of all shapes and sizes serve as a grim reminder of vanquished foes.

TAP: a dingy hemp pouch drawn with a multitude of barbed iron spikes
LOOK: Threadbare from years of hard use, this pouch has nonetheless remained surprisingly capable of accomplishing its intended purpose. Though rusted themselves, the iron spikes create a formidable deterrent to any who might try to find their way into the pouch uninvited.