Ryoma

A hunter. Not in shining armor, but in the striped pelt of a tiger and heavy furs of wolves with chains of their fangs hanging about him that identified him as a Chieftain-though his size alone would have set him apart. Tall and muscular, with a chest like a broad shield. As if forged from steel, every inch of him looked hard and forbidding. And dangerous. But for such a large man, he moved with surprising grace. Like a lion. Bronzed skin was covered in dark shadows, ink, telling the tale of his fiercest battle and kill: a Dragon. Its monstrous body dipped and curled about panels of muscled flesh, his whole body the canvas for this work of art. Eyes locked on his, a trickle of fear sliding down your spine, startled by the murky depth of green eyes set in a face of rugged masculinity partially hidden underneath the inked leaves matting his face. The hard angles of his cheeks and square jaw were bereft of whiskers, only a five o'clock shadow, the smattering of thin scars from under right eye to cheek, across his cheek and lips. Another thin scar cut through his left brow, lending a wicked edge to an otherwise almost too perfect face. More than simply handsome. His features were the fodder of legends, classically handsome yet ruggedly masculine at the same time. Wavy brown hair, its true color obscured by the dimness of the room, hung in a series of thick twists, some intertwined in beads and leather, setting off a strong, squared jaw. More curls streamed down a broad forehead, curled around the curve of his high angled cheekbones, and a finely chiseled nose. Though his mouth was set in a tight line, his fierce expression could not hide the full, sensual shape of his lips. He was a broken man, a man without land or a clan who roamed the land as a marauder. As a hunter he seemed indestructible, as if nothing could touch him. The thrill of battle seemed to consume him. He fought like a man without fear of death. Huntsmen

Name: Ryoma
Pronounced: Re-yo-ma

Age: Thirty-four

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Weight: 235

Height: 6’6”

Build: Tall, large and muscular, with a chest like a broad shield. He carries himself upright and moves with the fluidity and grace of a predator. Skin is tanned and shows signs of a body bathed in sunlight for long periods of time. A large fierce dragon coils itself all over his body in black ink.

Eyes: Murky green

Hair: Wavy brown hair, hung in a series of thick twists, some intertwined in beads and leather, setting off a strong, squared jaw. More curls streamed down a broad forehead, curled around the curve of his high angled cheekbones, and a finely chiseled nose.

Facial Hair: A light sprinkle of hair around his jaw and upper lip.

Orientation: Heterosexual; forced into Bi-sexuality for patrons

Occupation: Huntsmen; he practices the art of pursuing any living thing, usually wildlife, for food, recreation, or trade.

Second Occupation: Fellmonger: one who removed hair or wool from hides in preparation for leather making; a dealer in animal skins and hides.

Third Occupation: Bodyguard and Arena fighter [Beginner].

Training/Skills: Leather maker, shoemaker, bladesmith, and fletcher.

Current Residence: Various pens in The Golden Tether on Guildereim.

Weapon: A mighty broadsword that was taken from him and placed into storage should his owner wish to sell it or return upon the purpose of arena tanning.

Behavior: A gentlemen; he’s been brought up to respect his betters, stand when a Master or Mistress enters a room, bow respectfully, keep eyes below the waist. He has a certain air about him that makes people want to be around him because he carries himself well. He’s lower-class but not a ruffian, despite his outward appearance. He is kind and generous to others, especially to people who are weaker or less fortunate than he. He has a good ear; he listens to others and tries his best to respect everyone’s feelings as best he can. He expects people to want him to do things for them, he hates sitting around with nothing to do.

Bad Habit:

Likes: The smell of leather, a good night’s sleep, dancing, tasteful nude art, reading, meeting new people, solving puzzles, his body, sitting by a roaring fire, food, coffee, fresh fruit, traveling, learning new skills.

Dislikes: Cruelty, cigarette smoke, burners you have to light with a match each time you use them, headaches, when he knows something is wrong but is powerless to help, spiders, flies, mosquitoes, and most other insects

Speed: +1
Stamina: +1
Strength: +1
Weapon: +1