Akarian Dawn: Players: Rainer

Rainer

Description Slender, yet hardened to a point this figure seems, clad in an array of grey and black colours. A sleeveless shirt, woolen and tattered, covers his toned upper body, falling loosely around his chest. Encircling his waist, is a crude belt of ragged leather, from which the unadorned scabbard of a shortsword hangs, the latter's gleaming hilt clearly visible. Plain, sturdy pants cover his muscled legs, and disappear near his feet into supple leather boots. A small pendant hangs from his neck, the silvery surface smooth save for the primitive engraving atop: a thin, squirming snake. Overall, his clothing and gear seems worn and well-used, though still of a satisfying quality.
Neither beard, nor wrinkles linger upon this youthful face, unmarred still by the passing of time. Smooth is his skin - of a warm, light brown hue - and sharp his features; nose straight and small, cheekbones protruding, jaw tight and confident. Long hair, black as the purest obsidian, rests in his tanned neck, bound in a tight ponytail with a leather thong - not a strand of hair is able to escape. Dark, apathetic eyes match all this perfectly: impenetrable pools of a deep brown, cold and deprived of emotion, it seems.

Background Little to nothing is known of this man's youth, all inquiries ending upon a cold glare that silences most. However, fact is that he has served upon a number of vessels, suspicious ones at that, and thus few doubt his true allegiance: Wuuzushi. For three years has he worked himself up amongst the ranks of the roughest of sailors, until at last, he ended upon a ship called the Zafirah. He has been First Mate there for nearly four years already, earning the esteem and respect of most, deemed a loyal and worthy member amongst the Pirates.

Rumors Though stalwarty and steadfast, not few doubt the true intentions of this sober pirate. Of his past he speaks not, replying with a cold glare when questioned mostly. Yet, he shows naught of what stirs in his mind, and but shrugs at the petty rumors that circle 'round his person like vultures.

Description	Slender, yet hardened to a point this figure seems, clad in an array of grey and black colours. A sleeveless shirt, woolen and tattered, covers his toned upper body, falling loosely around his chest. Encircling his waist, is a crude belt of ragged leather, from which the unadorned scabbard of a shortsword hangs, the latter's gleaming hilt clearly visible. Plain, sturdy pants cover his muscled legs, and disappear near his feet into supple leather boots. A small pendant hangs from his neck, the silvery surface smooth save for the primitive engraving atop: a thin, squirming snake. Overall, his clothing and gear seems worn and well-used, though still of a satisfying quality. Neither beard, nor wrinkles linger upon this youthful face, unmarred still by the passing of time. Smooth is his skin - of a warm, light brown hue - and sharp his features; nose straight and small, cheekbones protruding, jaw tight and confident. Long hair, black as the purest obsidian, rests in his tanned neck, bound in a tight ponytail with a leather thong - not a strand of hair is able to escape. Dark, apathetic eyes match all this perfectly: impenetrable pools of a deep brown, cold and deprived of emotion, it seems.
Background	Little to nothing is known of this man's youth, all inquiries ending upon a cold glare that silences most. However, fact is that he has served upon a number of vessels, suspicious ones at that, and thus few doubt his true allegiance: Wuuzushi. For three years has he worked himself up amongst the ranks of the roughest of sailors, until at last, he ended upon a ship called the Zafirah. He has been First Mate there for nearly four years already, earning the esteem and respect of most, deemed a loyal and worthy member amongst the Pirates.
Rumors	Though stalwarty and steadfast, not few doubt the true intentions of this sober pirate. Of his past he speaks not, replying with a cold glare when questioned mostly. Yet, he shows naught of what stirs in his mind, and but shrugs at the petty rumors that circle 'round his person like vultures.