Clubs

Description

An elderly man with a knotted, gnarled face like twisted wood and a disapproving, dissatisfied expression in his eyes. He wears a dull tan overcoat, brown trousers, and a simple white shirt. He has a distinct limp caused by a long, twisting scar running up the side of his calf and thigh. A gruff middle-aged man with fair skin and a weathered face set in a constant scowl, one eye perpetually squeezed shut in a squint while the other holds a sharp glimmer of humor. His gimped leg causes a pronounced hobble when he walks and contributes to a hunched-over slouch whether seated, standing, or riding horseback, giving him an perpetually awkward but authoritative posture. Dressed in the functional military garb of a battlefield commander in the besieged city of Luthadel, he carries the sturdy frame and experienced demeanor of a veteran soldier who has risen to lead troops against the koloss horde. Stocky and older, his face is gnarled and twisted like sun-dried leather, deeply lined from years of ash and toil. Gray hair clings wiry to his scalp, framing eyes sharp beneath heavy brows, while a pronounced limp necessitates a sturdy cane. He dresses in practical, ash-flecked clothing suited to a craftsman-turned-soldier, his posture stooped yet defiant with a smoker's rasp in every breath.