I. Identity
II. Appearance
Easily one of Angraiyis' more distinguishable features is his rather tall, lithe, almost skeletal frame, which gives him the natural advantage of stature over most other humanoid beings as well as the optical illusion which allows him to appear taller than what he actually is. With a maximum height capped at six feet, five inches, it has become second nature for him to look down upon those who happen to cross his path, both literally and figuratively. What seems an eternity of battle, of struggle against impossible odds, of pain which riddles ones inside and out has contorted his flesh far beyond the point of recognition of it's former state, it's metamorphosis which spanned some decades leaving his skin singed and hardened as if a thick hide of some grand beast. Scars of varied sizes and severity adorn his being though seem as though they are but discrepancies within the layer of flesh-armor. This never ending absolute constant of battle has toned his body to near perfection, rather as close to perfect as possible, leaving only refined muscle throughout the stretch of his frame.
War torn and battle ready, Angraiyis' eyes have had the light stripped from them; the whole of innocence in his sights relinquished into the bottomless abyss of hatred which festers deep within himself; the result keenly focused oculars reminiscent to those which belong to the Dragons themselves, pupils which narrow to slits in fits of greater emotion floating atop lifeless argent pools. Cascading jet black locks which descend from the pinnacle of his crown are cast across his neck and settle atop his broad shoulders, chest, and back. Despite what one may believe to be entangled within the impressive mane, Angraiyis is surprisingly ritualistic with tending to it, though none ever see this, which allows it to be straight and as appealing as silk.
To gaze upon his gaunt countenance, what seems an eternal stoic expression, forever focused and lacking all humor, one could the feel the piercing stare of those narrowed eyes as if daggers meant to rip through their form. A lean nose centered upon his face hovers above thin lips which never seem to part unless to spew some manner of acidic articulation at those whom irritate him or release from the depths of his viscera a roar into the heavens to rally up the inhabitants of the Dragon's Den. On the rare occurrence that those lips are cast ajar, straight lined mandibles are revealed, white and even with over defined canines which appear more as fangs than anything. An air of authority exudes from him which demands the respect of not only his subordinates, but his allies and equals, his opponents and victims, as well as his superiors.
As the necessity to be battle ready isn't as so absolute, in rare moments of peacetime and rest, Angraiyis may be seen without his armor, the lack of failing in lessening his imposing demeanor. All that is worn is a black silk robe bound to him by the waist with a constricting golden sash. The upper body portion of the apparel is never worn and merely trails behind him as it dangles. All else is cast aside and seen as unnecessary, leaving him without shoes, without upper body apparel, without small trinkets and shiny embellishments. Simplicity thy nature.
III. Equipment
IV. Skills
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