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He is a tiger-like Rajamala and is about 6 feet tall, a towering presence to
most, though not unusual for his race. Eyes with vertical pitch-dark pupils and
bright green irises shine with somewhat dry humor from behind dark bangs that
slightly veil his face, glowing orbs that dance with hidden meaning. They are
unlike any other in a way undecipherable to a mere onlooker, and yet even
careful studying is not bound to reveal their secrets any sooner. But something
else becomes apparent as one's gaze wanders down to his abdomen, where purple
scars stretch across his stomach, clashing brightly with his smoldering dark
orange fur. It is very apparent that these impressive scars tell a dark story of
an even darker past, hidden away beyond the reaches of his mind, forgotten and
ignored. In seeing these extraordinary marks, it is also made known that,
beneath his furred exterior, is skin of a somewhat violet hue. However, it
doesn't seem all that outlandish under further consideration - for whatever
reason. It almost seems familiar. Dark brown and bright orange blend together on
this thickly layered pelt, scattered with occasional dark spots. His coat makes
him look thicker than he really is, though, because in truth, beneath it lies
quite ordinary musculature. His facial features are even, except they seem more
human than most Rajamalans'. It's not necessarily unorthodox in a physical
manner, however. Rounded, black furred ears listen sensitively to the
environment around him, always careful to relay sounds of danger. Sharp,
formidable teeth and a sandpaper tongue lie beneath his feline maw, caught only
at a glimpse when he talks, dark lips concealing them. Behind him waves about a
tapering tail, curled slightly upwards so as to avoid the clumsy feet of
passerby. He is wearing a cotton beret resembling a stack of pancakes, a
sailor's kitbag, a bag of stasis, a sturdy pair of explorer's boots, a black
silken eyepatch, a black onyx stud through his lower lip, a soft leather pack, a
feathered bone ring, an attractive silver tuxedo shirt, a pocketbelt, a suit of
steel chain mail, a pair of neatly pressed black trousers, a bright green cloak,
and a large vibrant blanket.
He is a graceful Tsol'aa and is surrounded by an aura of intelligence and
resolution, which seems to radiate from his very being. He stands about six and
a half feet tall with visible muscle rippling over his entire body. Complex,
swirling black tribal tattoos draw the eye upon his clean shaven face. His gaze
is almost transfixing with piercing green eyes, standing out from his olive
complexion. Sharp pearl white teeth can be seen through an ever present,
mischievous grin. He has thick, shaggy brown hair, littered with wisps of grey,
that is cut short but stylishly. Intricately tattooed upon the wrist of his
right hand lies the blackened, hulking form of a proud dragon, an assumed
indication of his status within a faction. The air around him is thick with an
ever present magical cloud, its source eerily unknown. He is wearing a plain
silver ring, a plain gold ring, a shady green backpack, an exquisite soulmate
ring, a plain platinum ring, a pair of black leather boots, an elemental ice
stud through his left ear, a green-dyed leather quiver, a suit of polished field
plate armour, a forest green robe embroidered with silver runes, pressed black
trousers, a black, long sleeved shirt, a buffalo leather falconry glove, a bag
of stasis, and a thin black leather belt with silver buckle.
most, though not unusual for his race. Eyes with vertical pitch-dark pupils and
bright green irises shine with somewhat dry humor from behind dark bangs that
slightly veil his face, glowing orbs that dance with hidden meaning. They are
unlike any other in a way undecipherable to a mere onlooker, and yet even
careful studying is not bound to reveal their secrets any sooner. But something
else becomes apparent as one's gaze wanders down to his abdomen, where purple
scars stretch across his stomach, clashing brightly with his smoldering dark
orange fur. It is very apparent that these impressive scars tell a dark story of
an even darker past, hidden away beyond the reaches of his mind, forgotten and
ignored. In seeing these extraordinary marks, it is also made known that,
beneath his furred exterior, is skin of a somewhat violet hue. However, it
doesn't seem all that outlandish under further consideration - for whatever
reason. It almost seems familiar. Dark brown and bright orange blend together on
this thickly layered pelt, scattered with occasional dark spots. His coat makes
him look thicker than he really is, though, because in truth, beneath it lies
quite ordinary musculature. His facial features are even, except they seem more
human than most Rajamalans'. It's not necessarily unorthodox in a physical
manner, however. Rounded, black furred ears listen sensitively to the
environment around him, always careful to relay sounds of danger. Sharp,
formidable teeth and a sandpaper tongue lie beneath his feline maw, caught only
at a glimpse when he talks, dark lips concealing them. Behind him waves about a
tapering tail, curled slightly upwards so as to avoid the clumsy feet of
passerby. He is wearing a cotton beret resembling a stack of pancakes, a
sailor's kitbag, a bag of stasis, a sturdy pair of explorer's boots, a black
silken eyepatch, a black onyx stud through his lower lip, a soft leather pack, a
feathered bone ring, an attractive silver tuxedo shirt, a pocketbelt, a suit of
steel chain mail, a pair of neatly pressed black trousers, a bright green cloak,
and a large vibrant blanket.
He is a graceful Tsol'aa and is surrounded by an aura of intelligence and
resolution, which seems to radiate from his very being. He stands about six and
a half feet tall with visible muscle rippling over his entire body. Complex,
swirling black tribal tattoos draw the eye upon his clean shaven face. His gaze
is almost transfixing with piercing green eyes, standing out from his olive
complexion. Sharp pearl white teeth can be seen through an ever present,
mischievous grin. He has thick, shaggy brown hair, littered with wisps of grey,
that is cut short but stylishly. Intricately tattooed upon the wrist of his
right hand lies the blackened, hulking form of a proud dragon, an assumed
indication of his status within a faction. The air around him is thick with an
ever present magical cloud, its source eerily unknown. He is wearing a plain
silver ring, a plain gold ring, a shady green backpack, an exquisite soulmate
ring, a plain platinum ring, a pair of black leather boots, an elemental ice
stud through his left ear, a green-dyed leather quiver, a suit of polished field
plate armour, a forest green robe embroidered with silver runes, pressed black
trousers, a black, long sleeved shirt, a buffalo leather falconry glove, a bag
of stasis, and a thin black leather belt with silver buckle.



