The sun beat down on him, warming the thick black metal armor the tall Duskwight wore. He already took off his helm, the heat becoming too much. His face was heavily scarred, and it seemed to continue down his neck and under the plate. The most viscous of the scars hung right at the armor's collar, almost unnoticed and passing as a shadow at times.
His dark purple eyes scanned the desert before him, a hand pushing back the thick black hair, the purple that he once had it grown out a few cycles ago, and hadn't been completely cut away. His ebony skin glistened with sweat...and a little blood.
It was then the trail he was following came across the group: two Elezen women and a miqo'te male. He sneered slightly as he saw the body coming into focus. Well, that ended that. He cautiously approached, eying the crowd, hand on the hilt of the sword at his hip, though didn't grasp it tightly. His shield was still strapped to his back as he pulled out a notebook with his free hand, opening it and seeming to scan the bookmarked page, stopping just a few paces from the crowd, should they allow him to get that close.
His dark purple eyes scanned the desert before him, a hand pushing back the thick black hair, the purple that he once had it grown out a few cycles ago, and hadn't been completely cut away. His ebony skin glistened with sweat...and a little blood.
It was then the trail he was following came across the group: two Elezen women and a miqo'te male. He sneered slightly as he saw the body coming into focus. Well, that ended that. He cautiously approached, eying the crowd, hand on the hilt of the sword at his hip, though didn't grasp it tightly. His shield was still strapped to his back as he pulled out a notebook with his free hand, opening it and seeming to scan the bookmarked page, stopping just a few paces from the crowd, should they allow him to get that close.
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