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![]() n a m e : Brio d'Ignoto g e n d e r : he/him |
![]() r a c e : Human Chinese-Italian; ethnically of Hy-Brazir a g e : Twenty |
![]() b u i l d : 5'6” mesomorphic, solid e y e s : Hazel |
![]() s k i n : Fair-skinned; tattoos and scars are often concealed h a i r : Straight, black, shoulder-length when not tied back |
Plenty - and not all of them are ones he's able to conceal as much as he'd like. His nose has healed in a way that strongly suggests it had been broken once. His pupils are mismatched. His hands are worn, calloused and scarred with burns and cuts alike, and a faint burn can be spotted on his left palm - should one get a glimpse of him without fingerless gloves. Large claws have torn through his shoulders, right breast and trunk, drawing raised pink and pale scars that mar and distort apotropaic ink. One particular odd scar stretches the length of his sternum, burned, puckered and silvering.
Restless and hungry, seeking peace, eager to grasp and take hold of the rare flecks of green and blue until the possession and desperation smothers them once more. Crimson and curling like fire and ash, with a faint sense of wrongness and loss.
He swings wildly between extreme hyperfocus and extreme disinterest - as a result, he is extremely knowledgeable about his interests, namely smithing, fae and monsters, and combat, but also has no compunctions about being abrupt or even excusing himself outright if he's disinterested or uncomfortable.