
Originally Posted by
Baelog
This is my extremely minimal look, as anyone that normally hangs around with me will tell you I normally wear a lot of shit
You see Baelog Aslan the Guardian.
He appears to be a Giantman of the T'Kirem Clan.
He is extremely tall in stature and appears to be youthful. He has silver-flecked black eyes and tanned skin. He has long, night-black hair worn in a single thick braid held with a star-shaped silvery imflass clasp. He has a clean-shaven face, a straight nose and broad shoulders.
He has a sword-etched silver bar edged with tiny dreamstones in his left eyebrow, a silver-traced black Saramar rune tattoo on his neck, and a silver-edged black sword tattoo on his arm.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing an enameled onyx night sky pendant, an ora threaded eonake mesh greatcloak, an iron mesh carry-all lined with thick bear skin slung over your shoulder, an iron bound leather baldric slung over your other shoulder, a hefty suit of armor incised with stylized Saramar runes, a thick ebonwood armband, a heavy linked belt, a leather survival kit, an aged bear hide kilt with an uneven hem, and some beaded pale hide boots with slouched cuffs.
look other tattoo
Traced in silver, the black Saramar rune decorates the skin of his neck. Bold and clearly defined, the rune is more a brand than an artistic statement. Closer examination of the pigments reveals that the silver tracery is truly tiny words written in all the languages of Elanthia and includes one word written in common that reads, "Bad".
look my belt
The metal links have been formed into three rows, and then fashioned into a strong, flexible belt. It fastens with a handsome silver clasp, at the wearer's side.
All in all, nothing special
You wear a kilt? Who knew. Stick with this minamalist look, much hotter. Who doesn't like the bad boy?
Freedom... is the ability to challenge yourself far beyond the constraints of traditional rule and order. We draw strength from our passions... we're driven by desire... even hatred can be a worthy ally when used against an enemy... and yet, we are told to turn our backs on these things... the very feelings, emotions... that make us all... human.