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warriors. His dress resembles that of a wanderer. It is his eyes that mark him most, though. They are haunted eyes, that have seen too much. But that is only on the surface. Beneath, past where even He cares to look on those rare occasions when he catches sight of his reflection, is something far harder and more dangerous. The part of him that had earned him his name. His hands rest on his belt, an ostensibly casual pose, belied by a thread of tension running through the muscles of leg and back and shoulders. His scabbards, for sword and big dagger, hang low, angled for quick, combat draw. A shrug. A hint of something beneath His facade, like a deep ocean current, the smooth surface belying a darker passion far below... He is naturally a submissive. Though he enjoys spending playtime with females both submissive and dominant. He has a slight fetish towards the legs and feet of women, as well as the firm globes of their asses. His limits are no men, no scat, no children, and no maiming. He is not a painslut, though in very small doses it can be quite exciting to him. The true definition of a L/ladies' man, a boytoy, and a boyslut, all wrapped up in one man. |
His skin is tight across his face, highlighting the shape of chin and jaw, giving him the aspect of a man better than twice his age of 25. His hair has grown, and beard as well, until all that could be seen of his face is a nose, strong cheekbones, and his eyes, and even they were set between a pair of magnificently wild brows. His beard is braided like his grandfather, His hair he'd chosen to style in the fashion of the ancient Scottish |