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Message: <blockquote data-quote="daedalus@theworld.co" data-source="post: 2400955" data-attributes="member: 26802">Description of Brother Albus CausariusApologies for the self-indulgent length of this.  These sorts of descriptions help me nail down his personality.Like the other monks, Albus dresses simply.  He wears a grey robe over plain white slacks and a rough white shirt.  At least, their colors were once grey and white.  He keeps his garments clean - he is often found naked in the lake attempting to wash out the latest stains.  But years of blood have given them a permanent brownish tint.  He, of course, has access to the stores of fresh clothes available to all monks, but he has always quietly and gratefully declined all such offers.  He carries a weathered backpack from which he pulls unguents and bandages for use on the wounds of others.  Only his boots appear to be clean and new.  He also wears an ornate ring on his arthritic left hand, and a simple amulet around his neck.FBI Special Agent Dammers once said "My body is a roadmap of pain".  He could have been speaking of Brother Causarius.  Albus is gaunt, always appears to be barely recovering from a debilitating illness, and usually walks with that careful gait adopted by someone suffering a back injury.  He is covered in scars, some old and puckered, others so fresh they still ooze.  His fingernails are blackened and ragged from chewing.   He is either drenched in fever-sweat, or trembling from cold.  The insides of his forearms are covered by short, straight little scars - Brother Causarius is apparently a cutter.His face is disturbing, even to the monks who train with him.   His jaw is clenched permanently in pain.  His nose is crooked and broken.  The creases in his brow are like a knife cut.  His eyes are sunken and bloodshot.  Those who brave the task of meeting his gaze claim that they can see every wound he has ever suffered.  When first he joined the monastery, his gaze also contained a sense of triumph, of pride.  But that died quickly, and now it shows only a vast acceptance.Basically, imagine the sickest person you've ever known, and hit them in the face with a sack of oranges.  That's what Brother Causarius looks like on a good day.</blockquote>

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