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Art courtesy of @thiefclass
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◤ Info◢
《Current Alias | Etwyn》
〈Given Name | Temujin Hojo〉
〈Nickname(s) | Etty〉
《Race | Three Fourths Arsa Sidhe》
《Gender | Male》
《Age | 19 Winters》
《Birthdate | Reflection 21st》
《Voice | In Common Tongue 》
〈Theme〉
《 "Fate Always Finds Those Running From It " 》
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◤Description◢
《Sex | Male》
《Build | Slim for his height but well built from exercise》
《Height |7'3”》
《Hair | Long and Red with a white streak》
《Eyes | Burnished Gold》
《Weight | 82 kg/182 lbs》
《 〈Appearance〉Long Red hair with a white streak grace's the youths head and golden eyes gleam like coins in his sockets. Etwyn’s general disposition can be described as one of “unpolished elegance”. His general frame, clothing, and walk are something innately graceful though his usual expressions and his constantly worn arsenal betray that for something less regal. More recently at the Raid of the Garden of Aedall Etwyn’s left arm was taken by a living stone statue while he was trying to drag Morgan-The Duatharim to safety.
〈Clothing〉His clothing of choice is a plain white blouse, loose on him with the top buttons not fully done, black pants with a leather belt, blue boots, a locket of silver with his clans heraldry, and some small silver earrings.
〈Skin〉Etwyn has that of a tan complexion, some smooth though freckled face, a faded claw mark from a necrophage on his right cheek, a stab wound mars over his heart and on the opposite side a matching scar of an exit, and along his upper body a scar resembling a horned serpent has started to split growing ever present.》
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◤Psyche◢
《Disposition | /Tries to be a Good person/ /Polite/ 》
《Culture | Korami 》
《Temper | sparsely lit, but explosive when it is》
《Preferred Weapon | Longbows and knives》
"I feel as if running has set me adrift in the ocean and this place has become a rock on which to hold"
-Thrawn Errant
《Favorite Novel | The Adventures of Thrawn Errant 》
《 Favorite Food | Potatoes 》
《Favorite Pastime | Tinkering 》
《Least Favorite Person | Garland 》
《Least Favorite Food | Avocados 》
《On his Death》
《"Sometimes I See him, lurking in the shadows when I'm tired or worn. He holds that selfsame blade he stabbed me with and my heart skips a beat remembering the pain well, though I know he's not real something inside me gets jumpy remembering flashes of what happened...》
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