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A demure enigma of a human man. His scent is reminiscent of old pages, parchment, vellum, ink, the breeze of a spring afternoon and incense, as he burns it constantly at home. With long, dry fingers, sharp features, piercing teal eyes, it only amplifies his quiet nature, as he speaks more often with his body than words. It is only when it comes to his work and the interactions there that his voice can shake off the rust.
With a name like Winifred, hair long and flowing, more suited to a snow storm, with sweeping black eyelashes, he can tend to linger in one's memory, despite being more of a wallflower. Preferring to keep to himself, it is when it comes to books that he can shed some of his shy demeanor, as he is more than willing to help you find whatever essay or tome that you seek if you happen to find him in Kāyas̄mud, the great library of Püertagœ. Thanks to his profession though, that being a master bookbinder and restorer, means that he is constantly using his hands so they do end up getting dry, and on the rare occasion, callous his fingertips. Winifred is quick to exfoliate these away as the sensation of touch is so important to him, however.
Standing 5 feet 11 inches, hair draping down to the small of his back, Winifred is of a lean muscular build. Nothing to intimidate, however, upon closer inspection may reveal himself to be able to handle himself if need be. Although, with the military being right next door to his place of work, Kāyas̄mud, the man never truly has to concern himself with something such as that.
When it comes to spiritual pursuits, Winifred tends to follow Nue, the God of Companionship & the Moon. This mostly is due to his ability to find companionship in simply things such as books, art, and friends. Winifred does not truly feel as though he requires a lover, companionship is enough. To share his body, flesh and desires with someone without an emotional attachment is also something that is second nature to him.
If there was another God that Winifred could speak truthfully about following is N—'Ƒëkăs, the God of Warmth, Comfort & Wax. In his home, the sigil and a small statue of N—'Ƒëkăs is carved into the hearth and the sides of his mantelpiece. At his home, though there are piles of books, Winifred tends to keep a tidy home. Comfort is his most coveted possession.
W i n i f r e d ♦ P r z i v a n ♦ S ' u n t ă sHuman. Teal Eyes. 5'11". Pale Skin. White Hair.
Approaching the completion of his first Tam'nýer—a''n year
A Keen Patron of Kāyas̄mud & Master Bookbinder
