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A cascading waves of crystalline smooth dirty blonde hair kiss the tops of his shoulders as bangs dangle before his face- casting mobile shadows over his smooth features. The man's eyes glitter of the deepest aquamarine with ghosting trails of a cerulean blue and as they slant upwards; lending a whisper of an exotic blood flowing through his veins. A pale light of mirth flutters within his blue eyes.
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A beast of a man, this adonis towers a good few inches over six feet and has all the muscled bulk of a greek god. His skin, such a rich deep mocha, stretches over the man's powerfully built frame. His chest is broad, his back strong, and his shoulders massive. Even his appendages speak to a man who has made his living off being the biggest, fastest, roughest customer in town. Those arms are corded with muscle and lead to hands that are more like the heavy, powerful paws of a bear.
 
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He stands a good six feet and an inch or two in the air with a dark complexion of a rich, deep mocha, a deep hued flesh that is stretched over heavy shoulders and a thick neck. The man is a bear of the man or so the saying goes. His arms are thick and heavily roped with muscle, shoulders are both broad and muscled, with a chest that is thick with muscle. This man is indeed a bear, a bear of a man that moves with a grace of a fighter; the easy grace of a warrior, an experienced warrior.
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Contrasting sharply with the tone of his skin are perfectly smooth waves of bleached dirty blonde hair. They fall to his shoulders, moving as he moves, while bangs partially obscure a ruggedly classic face and cast his eyes into shadow. Those eyes are faintly exotic in their almondine slant, their colour somewhere between the darkness of a blueberry and the brilliance of an aquamarine. They can be colder than ice, as hard as stone, and then in an instant shift to spark with mirth at the slightest provocation. His is a face of many emotions, many thoughts.<br>
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A, cream-white, long sleeved shirt is snug over his chest with the buttons buttoned all the way up to his throat. The neck of the shirt lacks a collar, rather it rests comfortably about his throat as a choker and it reaches half-way up his throat. The shirt looks to be woven out of silk or a silken variant as it faintly catches the light. Tucked over the shirt is a deep, midnight, black dress coat with three buttons on the bottom half of the sleek material and its pressed neat and firmly. The sleeves have the little folds in them with the collar stiff as steel. The shirt is tucked neatly into slacks of deep midnight shade with a faint stripe of red that follows the seams of the slacks. A blood stripe for those that know what it is and a simple, leather, belt of black is strapped about his waist, holding his slacks up. The coat hangs down about his thighs, upper thighs, and cinched about his waist (around the dress coat) is a simple belt of night that has a gleaming buckle that is perfectly centered and on the right side of it. The last touches to his whole attire is black dress shoes that are polished to a perfectly reflective shine whilst gloves of pure white are tucked onto his hands firmly, pulled and snug in place. Resting on the jacket collars and shoulder loops are is his rank insignia of: Sergeant. On his left breast pocket is an array of various different medals and ribbons that range from common (marksmanship, grenade, and sundry) medals and ribbons with others. Medals and ribbons that vary from: The Silver Star to the Purple Heart. A couple others of different class such as the Bronze Star and Soldier's Medal; he's a decently decorated solider.
 
 
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Plain white t-shirt hugs the heavy layers of muscle of his chest and broad shoulders and is tucked into pants of urban camouflage with subtle hints of body armour seen in a fold of a sleeve or the tuck of the pants. The pants of varying shades of grey, black, and white with a heavy leather belt covered in multi-layered pouches pockets and pouches attached by all-purpose webbing; a modular belt. A set of tactical drop holsters resting on each thigh, a heavy pistol in one and a sawed off shotgun in the other. The pant legs are tucked into the tops of his calf-high boots that have a rugged treads, all-purpose. While a heavy leather duster drapes over his heavy frame, shadowing what else might be on his person, only seen by the vague bugle here and there. Leather gloves adorn his hands with a leather fedora resting on his head completes his attire. <br>
 
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Latest revision as of 15:12, 17 October 2013

This is OOC information.
Information detailed here is for OOC uses only.


Jamendithas
Full name Jamendithas
Assignment Lord Marshal, Pirate Commonwealth
Gender Male
Status Inactive


History

Description

A beast of a man, this adonis towers a good few inches over six feet and has all the muscled bulk of a greek god. His skin, such a rich deep mocha, stretches over the man's powerfully built frame. His chest is broad, his back strong, and his shoulders massive. Even his appendages speak to a man who has made his living off being the biggest, fastest, roughest customer in town. Those arms are corded with muscle and lead to hands that are more like the heavy, powerful paws of a bear.

Contrasting sharply with the tone of his skin are perfectly smooth waves of bleached dirty blonde hair. They fall to his shoulders, moving as he moves, while bangs partially obscure a ruggedly classic face and cast his eyes into shadow. Those eyes are faintly exotic in their almondine slant, their colour somewhere between the darkness of a blueberry and the brilliance of an aquamarine. They can be colder than ice, as hard as stone, and then in an instant shift to spark with mirth at the slightest provocation. His is a face of many emotions, many thoughts.

Plain white t-shirt hugs the heavy layers of muscle of his chest and broad shoulders and is tucked into pants of urban camouflage with subtle hints of body armour seen in a fold of a sleeve or the tuck of the pants. The pants of varying shades of grey, black, and white with a heavy leather belt covered in multi-layered pouches pockets and pouches attached by all-purpose webbing; a modular belt. A set of tactical drop holsters resting on each thigh, a heavy pistol in one and a sawed off shotgun in the other. The pant legs are tucked into the tops of his calf-high boots that have a rugged treads, all-purpose. While a heavy leather duster drapes over his heavy frame, shadowing what else might be on his person, only seen by the vague bugle here and there. Leather gloves adorn his hands with a leather fedora resting on his head completes his attire.

Distinguishing Marks