An older man strides into the mists, blond hair streaked with gray, a neatly prepared beard was squared off just below the neck, one hand holding onto an arming sword, and the other to a shield with a white back drop and red cross, matching the tabard draped over his shoulders.
"Ho there, pilgrim!" He calls out as he sheathes his sword, raising his now empty hand, showing an empty palm. "Are you also lost in this strange twilight?" Then his blue eyes closes, the crows feet crinkling around them, trying to smile reassuringly. "Mayhaps it would be prudent for us to travel together, if just for your own protection."
Ezekiel 25:17 as read by Samuel L. Jackson - cw: some body horror
the smell of blood and smoked flesh hits one before the figure even comes out of the haze, tattered wings dripping clotting blood, blond hair falling in a caked, tangle mass, half of his helmet seemed to have been cleaved off of hid and had seem to fuse into the rest of his face. At times, it seems like he's using his blood-drenched sword as a crutch, before straightening up, swinging the weapon with surprising ease. His visible eye glows a hellish red.
"Announce yourself, Sinner!" His voice crackles and rasps, giving the impression something inside his throat is tearing with each syllable. "State your name and allegiance!"
Ky Kiske | OTA
An older man strides into the mists, blond hair streaked with gray, a neatly prepared beard was squared off just below the neck, one hand holding onto an arming sword, and the other to a shield with a white back drop and red cross, matching the tabard draped over his shoulders.
"Ho there, pilgrim!" He calls out as he sheathes his sword, raising his now empty hand, showing an empty palm. "Are you also lost in this strange twilight?" Then his blue eyes closes, the crows feet crinkling around them, trying to smile reassuringly. "Mayhaps it would be prudent for us to travel together, if just for your own protection."
Ezekiel 25:17 as read by Samuel L. Jackson - cw: some body horror
the smell of blood and smoked flesh hits one before the figure even comes out of the haze, tattered wings dripping clotting blood, blond hair falling in a caked, tangle mass, half of his helmet seemed to have been cleaved off of hid and had seem to fuse into the rest of his face. At times, it seems like he's using his blood-drenched sword as a crutch, before straightening up, swinging the weapon with surprising ease. His visible eye glows a hellish red.
"Announce yourself, Sinner!" His voice crackles and rasps, giving the impression something inside his throat is tearing with each syllable. "State your name and allegiance!"