Scars of Suldairia
Before you stands a young man, clad in metal armor that has seen much battle. Many parts of the metal bearing marks from strange beasts, rather than the usual marks of blades or axes. An unkempt black mane of hair hangs about his face and shoulders, and his emerald eyes and near constant grin betray the fact that he seems full of himself for his age. Across his back is strapped a large sword. Though the scabbard itself seems rather boring and bland, the handle and hilt seem to be a bit too ornate. And just above that, where some of the blade would be shone, are bandages, wrapped tightly across the blade that trail across the man’s back.