Rowan Erso

Rowan is something of a chameleon. He hunches as though carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. It obscures his true height and build. His eyes are nearly always downcast and his resting face is one of a grim scowl and pained contemplation.

His hair is sometimes long, sometimes short, sometimes ragged with burned ends. Facial hair depends on whether he has slept in the same bed for more than two nights in a row. And he slips into whatever style of clothing is native with ease and comfort. He has been hiding from people, his past, and himself for so long that he can very nearly hide in a crowd of one.



Though he holds little to no personal connection to his style or possessions, he does display some subconscious habits. He nearly always dresses in muted earthen tones. Greens and browns. Tans and burnt reds. He shows a preference for clothes with pockets, hidden or otherwise. As well as accessories with multiple uses. Keffiyeh worn as scarves to protect from sun or dust as well as obscure identity. Everything is always of solid make though often very well worn.