"Endure. In enduring, grow strong."
The half-elf stands at a modest height, as is the case with most of his kind. Not too short, but not too tall, the perfect height to complement his nimbleness and fighting style.
Raven dark hair is contrasted by eyes of a deep sea blue. Upon his face, a scar runs across from one cheekbone to another, likely from an enemy sword judging by the width of the cut. His ears, slightly pointy, speak of his half-blooded nature. They are, however, not hidden under his hair, instead choosing to slick it back and out of the way.
A raspy sailor voice with a thick accent accompanies the visage. The accent is hard to place, perhaps an amalgamation of many countries and many lands.
Although his mannerisms display a certain amount of pride and snarkiness, his recent demeanor has been more reserved. Depending on the context and what is required of him, he might be more or less serious. But he is never afraid of replying with a quippy remark where called for.
His venture garments speak not of fashion, but practicality. Mud brown colored leather protects his vital spots, combined with shrubbery green for his cape and shirt under the armor. In combat, he can be sometimes seen wrapping the cape around his non-dominant arm and using it for a personalised cloak and dagger tactic. When in the city he can sometimes be seen wearing a typical sailor outfit, poorly made but always kept clean.
Strapped to his belt are two shortswords, his hands often resting passively on their hilts when he knows not what else to do with them.
When in a fight, he performs something he often calls "The Dance". Graceful form is used to dodge the enemy's swings, side-steps and twirls performed for both function and spectacle. The name he uses for it is self-explanatory, since at times it looks like he is dancing with an unwilling partner. His technique is one of patience and endurance. Small cuts, soft thrusts. He wears down his opponent bit by bit, until the small wounds add up to a point that they can no longer be ignored.
And then, the final strike. When their guard is thrown off, he becomes aggressive. After having them get used to his nonchalant waltz, he switches to quickstep. Every move is full of intent. He invades the opponent's private space and delivers deep wounds. For the coup de grace, he usually tries to finish with a double slash of his swords.
The half-elf stands at a modest height, as is the case with most of his kind. Not too short, but not too tall, the perfect height to complement his nimbleness and fighting style.
Raven dark hair is contrasted by eyes of a deep sea blue. Upon his face, a scar runs across from one cheekbone to another, likely from an enemy sword judging by the width of the cut. His ears, slightly pointy, speak of his half-blooded nature. They are, however, not hidden under his hair, instead choosing to slick it back and out of the way.
A raspy sailor voice with a thick accent accompanies the visage. The accent is hard to place, perhaps an amalgamation of many countries and many lands.
Although his mannerisms display a certain amount of pride and snarkiness, his recent demeanor has been more reserved. Depending on the context and what is required of him, he might be more or less serious. But he is never afraid of replying with a quippy remark where called for.
His venture garments speak not of fashion, but practicality. Mud brown colored leather protects his vital spots, combined with shrubbery green for his cape and shirt under the armor. In combat, he can be sometimes seen wrapping the cape around his non-dominant arm and using it for a personalised cloak and dagger tactic. When in the city he can sometimes be seen wearing a typical sailor outfit, poorly made but always kept clean.
Strapped to his belt are two shortswords, his hands often resting passively on their hilts when he knows not what else to do with them.
When in a fight, he performs something he often calls "The Dance". Graceful form is used to dodge the enemy's swings, side-steps and twirls performed for both function and spectacle. The name he uses for it is self-explanatory, since at times it looks like he is dancing with an unwilling partner. His technique is one of patience and endurance. Small cuts, soft thrusts. He wears down his opponent bit by bit, until the small wounds add up to a point that they can no longer be ignored.
And then, the final strike. When their guard is thrown off, he becomes aggressive. After having them get used to his nonchalant waltz, he switches to quickstep. Every move is full of intent. He invades the opponent's private space and delivers deep wounds. For the coup de grace, he usually tries to finish with a double slash of his swords.
