Thunderous
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Color of Darkness
Johann's typical frown was now thunderous, but there was no glint of moonlight off his fangs or redeeming shine in his eyes—all that was left now was malice and deep-seated anger. He reached out, trying to grab the woman by the front of her tunic and hood—a grip firm enough to hold her in place, but not enough to do anything else life-threatening.
'I would have assumed that our earlier encounter was enough of a warning for you to watch yourself around me, but apparently you still live in a fairytale land where magic heals all wounds, no one ever raises their fist in anger, and shining knights in armor arrive on their white steeds to rescue your sorry damsel-in-distressed ass from demons like me.'
Emissary Malagrav has taken the mold of a Drow and broken it over his knee,
just like he might to your arm if you dare provoke him.
Elven and human blood alike are brazenly presented in equal measure, from his muscular build and tall height to the snowy beard starkly contrasting against storm-grey skin. There is something unusual in the eyes, ill-fitting of the familial roots. Perhaps it is in the metallic color and shine, or maybe it is how the pupils contract into slits when exposed to light.
Regardless, they're protected by tinted spectacles that fit in well with Johann's finely-tailored wardrobe. The gold and white badge of his diplomatic position wraps around his left bicep, yet he crassly displays daggers and axes like a warning to not cause him offense.
Roguishly charming but horrendously cynical, this elf is almost perpetually two steps away from putting the 'ass' back into ambassador.
Condition
Permanent muscle weakness in right arm and shoulder, very mild limp in left leg.
