Ashen-Shugar

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  • Name: Ashen-Shugar
  • Gender: Male
  • Played by: Imperator
  • Nicknames: Ash, Ashy, Ashiggle, Shugary Goodness, and Peggy in certain circles
  • Race: Feline, Bengal Cat
  • Deity: Ambivalent towards the Gods/Primes
  • Age: Twenty Eight
  • Body Type: Well built and muscled, yet on the lithe side
  • Height: Six feet (Screw the Metric System!)
  • Weight: 190 pounds
  • Fur Coloration: Fair, well maintained ruddy fur with dark spots and stripes along his form
  • Hair: Black, with a slight, permanent case of helmet-hair
  • Eyes: Warm Gold
  • Handedness: Ambidextrous
  • Scars: Several large and many small ones in various places
  • Likes: Expensive food, life's other rare pleasures, old books and secure finances
  • Dislikes: Nobles, boats, the ocean, rain, the Frrench (Self entitled ponces) and storms.

• Description

  Please allow me to introduce myself... I'm a man of wealth, and taste...
  
  Standing at an even six feet, this man was not that imposing a figure. His features were strong, and his body was well muscled, but his demeanor was far too laid back for such things. His tunic-clad frame was relatively slim for his height, yet thick and muscled enough to show his military experience. His face was square, with a strong chin, and had comparatively handsome, striking features. His ears were shorter than some feline ears, though just as active. His tawny orange fur was broken by intricate, black and brown markings that ran up and down his form in a long, random pattern. The only blemishes that broke his fur were several scars, some larger than others. His eyes were a deep, piercing gold, and almost held a strange glow in some lights. His black hair was kept short, and somewhat unruly, though not in an offensive way. His tail was short, but reasonably so, extending a few feet from his lower back. By comparison though, it was somewhat thicker, with similarly intricate markings running up its length. He was clad in a simple, dark brown tunic, though it was covered by a well made, if well worn blue brigantine, while his lower form was clad in padded leather trousers, ending in a pair of well used black boots.
  The primary weapon he had on his person was a well made, if older-looking poleaxe, well maintained and obviously lethal. A well maintained axe head adorned one side, slim and meant for punching through armor, while the other side bore a sturdy-looking hammer head, for that extra special crunch. Atop it was a small, sturdy-looking spike to pierce through armor, while a smaller one adorned the bottom of the poleaxe, while a small disc of metal rested below the head of the poleaxe, while the shaft was made of quality, shock-absorbing wood, with small metal rings on its grip to keep the hand from slipping. He has taken to calling it Rosamund, or 'Horse Protection' in German, an affectionate name for a weapon that has saved him many a time from mounted warriors.
  Accompanying this poleaxe was a short, thick katzbalger, good both for slashing and stabbing, as a weapon of last resort. It was likely his most expensive piece of equipment, considering the finely made blade and somewhat ornate handle, though there was little doubt it was a weapon built for its purpose. Opposite it was a short, squat and utilitarian dagger, useful both for bloody work and simple carving.