Kosz

Basic Information

• Name: Kosž Marílj Makrovçĵ
  Nickname(s): Koss
  Race: Human
  Sex: Male
  Age: ~1 Year 6 Months (52 Earth years)
  Height: 5’10”
  Build: Stocky
  Patron Deity: R̂xya' (ro-e-yugh): Goddess of Memory
  Eye colour: Dark chestnut
  Complexion: Light, olive coloured skin. Tough and creased with wrinkles
  Hair colour: Salt and pepper
  Marital status: Widowed
  Occupation: Tailor
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• Kosž is an older man with rough skin and dark, weathered eyes. His angular jawline is marked by a neatly kept beard, and his hair - tousled and greying - is of short-medium length. Despite his advanced age, Kosž has retained a strong physique with thick arms and a broad chest - even if his lungs can no longer match his former fitness.
  
  Unlike many of Püertagœ's other tailors, he has a sombre - almost melancholic - dress sense, favouring darker colours and fewer elaborate patterns. Despite opting for these more subdued arrangements, he knows the value of a good fit and he is still able to cut a striking silhouette - though it is worth mentioning that many have described him as possessing a certain 'reserved' or 'guarded' nature; as if his fine garments were doubling as armour.
  
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  As any man in the later stages of his tapestry, Kosž is a complicated soul. Having once served in the Navy, he is well respected within his community and is known as an honourable man, courteous and candid. However, his acquaintances also know him as a bit of a recluse; as a quiet individual who sometimes shies from the company of others. He, himself, would corroborate their opinion, believing himself to be something of a misanthrope - though this is more representative of his wry sense of humour than any genuine feeling. Truthfully, the 'chasm' which Kosž places between himself and others is an intangible thing - something which can be sensed but not seen.
  
  Unbeknownst to many, he is plagued by troubles that he dare not speak of aloud. This fear results in an unsettled individual, still searching for something as the twilight of his life draws in.
• The Fair Wind and Thimble
  Once a doctor aboard a Navy vessel, Kosž has left the world of medicine and healing for an enterprise in fine fabrics. Trading surgical stitching for hand sewing, he has founded a shop in the fourth ring where he specialises in producing high-quality attire which is built to last. **See more in Thimble tab
• Rork
  Rork is a (barely) domesticated Miphak that lives with Kosz. Procured in unusual circumstances during shore-leave in ZàÞça, she was originally assumed to be a boy and named as such; the name has stuck, long after the mistake was realised. She has become a recognisable feature at the Thimble, where she is as likely to hinder Kosz as she is to help him.