Imperialus
Explorer
This is to prevent me from hijacking the "What does your character wear?" thread. What do people see when they look at your character? I'm always looking for ideas for my characters and figured it would be kinda cool to read how other people discribe their characters.
Name: Heridan, Class/level Hexblade/3 Align: CN Campaign Setting: Freeport
Heridan stands about 5'10" tall, weighing aproximatly 170 lbs and is aproximatly 25 years old, he's unsure of his actual birthday so he can't tell anyone his real age. He has dark brown almost black curly hair that is cut to a roughly uniform length just above the nape of his neck. It has a rough part in the middle of his head but is constantly blowing into his face. He has a somewhat boyish face marred by an almost constant 3 day growth of beard and a scar about an inch long running under his right eye. His lower lip is pierced by a small sliver ring, a momento he picked up while he and his half brother were serving on a trading ship a few years ago when he felt it prudent to leave his hometown of freeport untill the heat died down off his brother.
Other than his lip he wears no jewlry apart from a ring carried on a gold chain about his neck, and a small silver band (ring of protection) on his right hand.
He has a botched tattoo of a ship on his right bicep looking more like a purple blob than anything else and a much better done dragon coiled around his left forearm.
He typically wears a wide brimed cavalier style hat and a long grey cloak with a hood. A bandolier of throwing knives streches across his chest over a thick leather buffcoat under which is a chain shirt and a leather belt with a styalised buckle designed to look like a skull supports two daggers around his waist. He wears simple utilitarian breeches and kneehigh leather boots turned down at the tops. He is almost constantly leaning on a halbard which is his constant compainion except in the most reputable of districts.
He rarely stands fully vertical or sits in a chair properly. He'll support himself with his halbard or lean on a wall if standing and lounge in a chair however is most comferterable whenever the oppertunity presents itself. Overall he exudes a feeling of apethy and relaxation that leads many to underestimate him. His hands are never more than a few inches away from his weapons however and his reflexes have left many would be assailents choking on their own blood as it spills around a throwing knife lodged in their throat.
Name: Heridan, Class/level Hexblade/3 Align: CN Campaign Setting: Freeport
Heridan stands about 5'10" tall, weighing aproximatly 170 lbs and is aproximatly 25 years old, he's unsure of his actual birthday so he can't tell anyone his real age. He has dark brown almost black curly hair that is cut to a roughly uniform length just above the nape of his neck. It has a rough part in the middle of his head but is constantly blowing into his face. He has a somewhat boyish face marred by an almost constant 3 day growth of beard and a scar about an inch long running under his right eye. His lower lip is pierced by a small sliver ring, a momento he picked up while he and his half brother were serving on a trading ship a few years ago when he felt it prudent to leave his hometown of freeport untill the heat died down off his brother.
Other than his lip he wears no jewlry apart from a ring carried on a gold chain about his neck, and a small silver band (ring of protection) on his right hand.
He has a botched tattoo of a ship on his right bicep looking more like a purple blob than anything else and a much better done dragon coiled around his left forearm.
He typically wears a wide brimed cavalier style hat and a long grey cloak with a hood. A bandolier of throwing knives streches across his chest over a thick leather buffcoat under which is a chain shirt and a leather belt with a styalised buckle designed to look like a skull supports two daggers around his waist. He wears simple utilitarian breeches and kneehigh leather boots turned down at the tops. He is almost constantly leaning on a halbard which is his constant compainion except in the most reputable of districts.
He rarely stands fully vertical or sits in a chair properly. He'll support himself with his halbard or lean on a wall if standing and lounge in a chair however is most comferterable whenever the oppertunity presents itself. Overall he exudes a feeling of apethy and relaxation that leads many to underestimate him. His hands are never more than a few inches away from his weapons however and his reflexes have left many would be assailents choking on their own blood as it spills around a throwing knife lodged in their throat.
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