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These are exerts from writings whilst in the Legion of light. A profile I used at a time when this webpage network was first created to describe and put this character into fuller detail. Many of these items, armor descriptions etc are still used, but have not been rewritten for quite some time. Abilities, arsenal and magical abilities are also out of date from this posting seeing as how with the progression of time this character has evolved and acquired more. (Originated long, long ago -edited a little 2020)

 

He'd led a life dwelling in the pits of death and flames, where some of the most chaotic battles were fought and lives had been avenged. His form would still be found donned within the strong encasement of leather, all of which had been smoldered with the color of a syrupy dark green to meld with the very colors of the forest for camoflauge and stealth. Accentuating every used and refined muscle endowed from servitude. Of every sinewy cord sent to work his agile blades in their born duty to serve justice and keep the peace within the world which surrounded him. A belief of his, that part of his duty while within this world was to help those around him.

 

Leathers upon his thighs had the reminiscence of that darkly thick blood of those vanquished by his swords. Blades ceremonially wiped clean upon leathers in his clans' fashion for judgement of how many he has killed. His right thigh bore a combination of satchels amongst pouches, bearing his herbs and healing concoctions. Upon his other resides a short sword, it's length near the same as his femur with the inscriptions of his clans' keepsake along the hilt to tha blade itself. Pomel bearing the clan's insignia adhered for view, quick grasp and withdrawal; it's sheath bearing a metal tipped end which neared the bend of his knee. Upon each hip rode two daggers of elicit sharpness which were designed with precarious throwing lengths designed for his specific style. Marbled hilts tilted toward the ground for quick release into palms then to targeted prey. These were kept sheathed upon a thick belt bearing larger engravings than those silhouetting his features above. Upon each siding of his hip remained three buckles aligned in perfect concordance with muscles when they would bend. Below these buckles and the blades of ceremonial elven steel above, afront the majestral strength of his right thigh was the enmolded structure of an armored guard. It's plate of an obsidian hue, nearly marble in texture, but the same elven steel in material. The very same metal that foundered his half-plate armor when it was worn.

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A cloak poured over his figure from those broadened shoulders bearing plates of coaled steel which wore embedded castments of leather beneath their stoic pose. The chipped edges of their conjoinings were the only portions actually able to be seen where the robes gave way for his arms movements. Upon his left elbow alone was a bracer of solid protection. Conjoined upon that piece was set the jutting length of a sharpened blade of thee-edges in one. It's length rides along that of his bicep till the serated tip would bend outwards, with an assurance not to touch his own flesh. This serated protrusion a defensive measure while worn.

 

The prementioned reptilian leather was further enmolded to the replica of his forearm and through to the palm and wrist of his hand as a means of an opened gauntlet on both arms. His left arm would normally be encovered with the privacy given by means of his cloak, it's lethalness kept from prying eyes. Upon right shoulder would be found the added protection of a pauldron. Rounded to encompass the nape at the side of his neck to follow one plate upon another along broadened strength of the shoulder till it could encover the orb of the shoulder itself. Remnant portions of shadow-milked chain mail clung onto flesh beneath this armor plating, then left to dangle upon muscles of the bicep in whisper of their prescense and protection.

 

Upon his right, the length of a heavy but short throwing dagger rode up from his elbow to fit an inch beneath these shoulderplates and still give leavance of an arms complete circular flexations. Beneath each forearm, upon those half-gauntlets, were a dual set of throwing knives with the slickness of a leaf, and the length of his palm to fingers. Fingers to palm themselves bare of any gloves or frictional defectancies to better wield the delicacy of his longbow, and the slickness of marbled hilts that honed his blades.

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The priorly mentioned robes are made of a compilation of thick oiled leathers to ward off weather and add some padding to the already worn choice of armor beneath. The top layer of leather is more so a protection from the more harsher weathers, this layer is rarely worn save during travel. The second layer was of a very thick and smooth fabric woven to the appearance of a burnous. Consisting of silk amidst some furred creature in it's laidenment of encoverance upon his upper physique. For beneath this layer would be the boundaries to what you would not be able to see. These boundaries to endrape an opening of his sides well above his waist yet continuing to secrete his armorings beneath from view. Letting the mind take it for granted that with the already apparent weight of bulging apparel beneath these enlaiden endrapements.

 

Plates of an obsidian steel. It's source, making, and the very identity of the ore was never revealed, even to one of his closest friends who smithed the weapons for him. The steel conjugated from the very leather armor it was molded onto. Or so it seemed. No straps bore them down to the girth of muscle upon his chest. Chisled sinew beneath flesh that was even visibly dominant over a good many soldiers and warriors alike. That leather bore the reptialian scale like refinement. A combination of both the defense of a dragon, and the flexibility of a reptile. They were both the same, yet, not. This leather only protected him in the same vise of the ribs of his case. These carvings bled from one armor to the next. Smoldering the plates of metal to the leather beneath with their own psionic ability.

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The drapenings of an undonned hood resided between the rise of towering arrows upon his back. Such a hood to hide those elven features which were rather ill reputed in some foreign lands. The cloak itself kept upon his shoulders by leather enwrapped chains at each end of his collar. These chains were of a likeness to the mail shirt worn beneath. Born in the forges of his homeland, given enchantments which prevented the penetration of any and all projectiles and missles alike and used to a definate abusement where chinks had been slashed apart by magic-infused blades. Perhaps, remnants of these chains were fitted to his left breast where the insignia of his legion was worn upon plated breast, markings of his rank dwelling above within the boundaries of his cloak.

 

Clinging in it's own protection along every definable muscle and structurable curve of his bodies possession, ending just beneath the roundness of each shoulders joining ball to bicep. The links were of a mesh of ringlets interwoven by hands of the woman of his clan. Just enough space was alotted within each ringlet to allow vision to the sun-darkened flesh within. And the containment of chiseled muscle that could keep more than one womans' eye, and longing touch. They glimmered not beneath the illumination of torch or sun from high above. Coated within a liquid produced by mythical hands, and chanting tongues. These chains were of a likeness born in the forges of his homeland, given enchantments which prevented the penetration of any and all projectiles and missles alike.

 

About the nape of his neck awaited the use of a mask conjoined with his mail shirt. It would reach up and along his neck to encover mortal severities of the throat; to follow over the mouth to the ancestral mark left to be revealed and aligned benath eyes just above.

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His longbow reaches a mirroring height spanning 6'2" where the tip idles an inch or so above his head if he were to lean upon it standing.. Tha longbow itself bearing the traits and foretellings of either his clan, his life, or a foretelling tale of some exubedent group specified on one individual amidst a clamouring pictoral of woodlands, weaving paths and a lake indebted to the service of a waterfall showering waterspray upon a mountain goat upon the very boulders which held up those pouring waters...which led up to the mountains' peek at the other end of his bow.

 

Two quivers, one on each shoulder jutted out of his burnous where the arrow lengths buried toward the small of his back. The feathers rising well over his own shoulders like two sharp wings when one caught his shadow in the right angle. They did enable him to fly...through the flight of these arrows. These arrows didn't move or jiggle or even clip when their owner would run, the secrets within the quiver known to many an archer..and by many a technique. Each quiver holstered a different set of make. Each numbered a dozen.

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Boots were emplaced upon earth with full solidity in each step. But each of those steps would leave not a mark, nor a trace upon that of earth with their impression or air with his scent. Three plates of the same elven steel were enscribed upon, and buckled onto paddings of leather comprising a perfected fit to his ankles. These guards set for the volatile task of furthering the ability and strength of protection in hand-to hand combat as well as his traversement within the woods. Their soles were woven to the exact replica of each foots' soles for better grip, and dexterity in movements. All this leather was the sorts to be smooth and glistening, free of spikes or bumps, though conversed with the occasional ripple. Tough, thick and a good deal more protective than the flesh of a docile reptile when in truth, every inch of leather upon him was from a reptilian creature.

Enholding an enchantment which healed this second flesh upon moments after penetration via a given blessing from his diety.

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He had the attributes of one bred in the wilderness, and skilled in it's stealth. The solemnity of a warrior who has digressed through a handful of wars for rather plentiful causes to prevent destruction and cruelty. He was of the generation which kept their hair bound and dangling between broadened shoulders. Portrayal of tribal freedom over sun-licked features, inherited from noble blood within to be shown all the more proudly. Features were set into a stoic, darkset readiness for anything that would have the desire to stand in the way of his path to try it's temptations, and see whether they get blade or fist. Upon these features, aligning from ear beneath eyes, over bridge of nose to the other ear would be found the elicit signature of his kin in the form of scriptured ink. Each symbol trajectory born by the wrath of mystical upbringings of his Clan. Length of hair simply long enough to be persuaded in a continuos wave of thick curls for tha back of his head thus why they remained so bound by leather straps on occasion being shortened by a passing blade whilst they be left in mid-air, whilst the remainder of him led their length in evasion. Eyes born with an amberic depth detailed the prescense of his spirits' passion...waiting to be lit up by a sight of beauty...or further enthrallments that no words could perhaps spill out with truth.