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Message: <blockquote data-quote="A'koss" data-source="post: 2987560" data-attributes="member: 840">At first glance, Tyrjon appears as a dusky skinned, emerald eyed warrior likely hailing from Ysgard. Nearly six feet tall, he appears to be a lean, but strong man of some planetouched, human-like race you have trouble placing… though clearly not native to Ysgard. His warm grey skin has a slight metallic sheen when the light catches it just so and his emerald eyes give off a slight, opalescent glow when his ratty, wide-brimmed hat is drawn low. His shoulder length hair appears as though it were made of burnished black iron with several small braids half-hidden in the unkempt mass. Beneath his silver-trimmed, waist length leather coat he wears a midnight-blued, mithril chain shirt. Ornate bracers peer from beneath his sleeves, each adorned with an intricately woven and highly stylized Norse rune in matted silver and gold. His grey-blue breeches are scuffed and well-worn in and wears soft boots wrapped in the Norse style. A beautiful, bastard sword hangs at his side with a burnished midnight blue crossguard and pommel. The pattern-welded blade seems gleaming steel along the edges flowing to an almost iron grey along the spine.Tyrjon has clearly lived in the cage for many years and at times when it is quiet, he seems to harbour some weighty burden. He’s been abrasive and condescending at times and clearly has little patience for the clueless, refusing to play the role of “tour guide”. His sharp tongue probably lands him plenty of trouble but underneath the rusty exterior there seems to be a keen mind at work and is one wise to the ways of the Cage. It has taken a while for Tyrjon to warm up to Llyra but at least the teasing seems more good natured now.Tyrjon reflexively tests the heft of the bag of coins while his eyes peer to sky, marking what daylight remains. You can almost hear his thoughts. So this is what it’s come to…“Well, at least this clueless had sense and jink enough to hire on bloods… even if he did make the mistake of hiring on one of his own.” Tyrjon finishes with a bemused, sideways glance cast towards Llyra. “I say Noch’s got the right idea. It’s been hours since my last tank of bub, I’m feelin’ way too sober for this time of day.”</blockquote>

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