FrostGuardian
Legend
Nemanja
KEY INFORMATION:
Age: Twenty-five.
Gender: A man.
Race: Human.
Social Status: Squiredom.
Height: 5'10.
Weight: Around 160 -170 lbs.
PHYSIOLOGY:
Build & Impression: Not a large man, but noticeably wiry. Carries himself in a lithe, almost threatening manner. He is typically seen frowning, either in deep thought or out disdain for those around him. His countenance can be generally described as grim, occasionally betraying a glint of calculation.
Hair: Black, and thicker than most. Kept neat throughout the day, and is as cleanly combed back as his face is clean shaven.
Eyes: A dark brown. | P̶͕̾̔̀o̸̯̦͈͕̓̑̕s̷̺͎̳̮̑̕ͅs̷̢̳͈͈̉̚è̷̡͔̬̙̯̈s̷̤̣̅͋̂̏͘ͅs̷̨̨̢̭̾͛͊i̷̬͍̙̮̮̒̕ŏ̷̙͔̩͛̄n̵̡̈́̋͠: His pupils burn an uneasy red.
Skin: White and fair, and less hairy than the average man.
Identifying Marks: Jagged purple-black veins gouged across his left cheekbones.
Clothing: A long, rugged deer hide coat worn over an unremarkable leather jerkin, olive and brown in color respectively. Shoddy but usable boots that are a patina of those two colors from wear. For more casual or private occasions, a sturdy black tunic.
Weaponry: A meticulously maintained steel longsword, engraved with the motto of Jax in gold paint.
Prized Possessions: A mysterious staff recovered from a slain demoness.
Hygiene: Fusses over his hygiene often, except when in the field.
Voice: A somewhat deeper voice with a dark timbre. Refined and articulate.
QUALITIES
Personality: Calculating. Brewing with opinions and never shy to display his eloquence by sharing them. For many, his speech is off-puttingly blunt in its delivery, favoring cold matter-of-factness over turgidity, despite his way with words. Unsurprisingly, Nemanja is not the most pleasant of company, and is irreverent towards all but his mentors. To him, conversations are a means to an end. He prefers to either spend his time in the company of others engaged in argument, or didactically lecturing others on his haughty beliefs.
Strengths: His guile, and the unguided fire of determination that underlies it. Able to lie through his teeth as effortlessly as one recalls their own name. Can be very persuasive when required and is unbothered by questions of ethics. Despite his overall athleticism being only average, he is strong for his size and limber.
Fears: Humiliation, accomplishing little, a premature death.
Weaknesses: Impatience. His penchant for bluntness is rarely conducive to diplomacy. Yet to be well trained in combat. Unable or unwilling to view things through another’s perspective. The sun, holy symbols and substances.
Intelligence: High. What he lacks in formal education and literacy, he makes up for in cut-throat pragmatism, devilish oral skills, emotional intelligence, and general intuition.
Languages: Common. Infernal tongue.
Profession: Squire to the Keepers of the Veil, aspiring to be a knight.
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