Randall
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Description
Mask
An unruly mane of thick hair so dark brown as to be almost black is combed roughly back, falling to just a little short of his shoulder. His face has a certain rough, chiseled look as if he were carved from a chunk of stone or hard oak and the artist simply hadn't cared to perform the final refinements of his work. A small but clear scar cuts through the dark follicles of hair on the left side of his strong and brooding brow from beneath which eyes the color of darkened oak peer. A dark beard, trimmed short, frames his face adds to his vaguely bestial appearance.
He is a tall man, six feet and four inches in height, and built like a linebacker. Powerful muscles lie tight across his chest. His shoulders are broad and his arms strong, pronounced forearms and thick wrists giving way to large hands, roughened by work and crisscrossed with numerous scars from small cuts or burns. Much of his muscle mass seems to come from hard work and physical exertion so he lacks some of the balance and definition that one might associate with a professional body builder but if anything this seems to enhanced the impression of strength rather than detract from it. He probably weighs in at a fairly lean 250 pounds or so.
Randall dresses in a casual and relaxed style, wearing a worn and scuffed but well cared for leather jacket over a dark green t-shirt that is stretched tight across his broad chest. Favoring functionality over form the jacket is a modest affair, lacking the crisscrossing of bright shiny zippers, straps, and snaps that some people seem to prefer in favor of just a handful of more practical dull gray zippers that secure the pockets. Around his neck he wears a small leather cord from which is suspended a small iron pendant in the approximate shape of a hammer, the knotwork design of a dragon carved into its surface. The shirt is tucked into a pair of faded and slightly frayed jeans suspended by a wide belt of black leather and a pair of heavy boots, the kind you might see on a hiking trail or a construction site, cover his feet.
Mien
There is little doubt to Randall's seeming. Short brown fur covers his flesh and his proud and strong face possesses a broad nose and ears that come to slight points, identifying him as one of the Savage, though his stature is not one of the smaller types.
His hair is an unruly thick mane so dark brown as to be almost black. It lies rudely pushed back, falling to just a little short of his shoulder and no matter how much attention is given to it it seems to defy attempts to tame it. His face has a distinctly lupine cast, indicative that he is most likely a hunterheart. A scar cuts through the dark bushy follicles of hair on the left side of his strong and brooding brow from beneath which eyes of a pale blue seem almost to glow. A dark beard, trimmed short but raggedly, refuses to be tamed as it frames his face and adds to his bestial appearance.
As said before he is a tall man, six feet and four inches in height, and built like a linebacker. Powerful muscles lie tight across his chest. His shoulders are broad and his arms strong, pronounced forearms and thick wrists giving way to large hands, roughened by work. Numerous scars from cuts or burns crisscross his upper body, covering chest, back and arms though they are most heavily concentrate in his powerful hands. Much of his muscle mass seems to come from hard work and physical exertion so he lacks some of the balance and definition that one might associate with a professional body builder or athlete but if anything this seems to enhanced the impression of strength rather than detract from it. He probably weighs in at a fairly lean 250 pounds or so.
Randall dresses in a casual, worn-down style, wearing a faded and scuffed leather jacket, its once dark surface showing faint cracks, over a deep green and slightly ragged t-shirt that is stretched tight across his broad chest. Favoring functionality over form the jacket is a modest affair, lacking the crisscrossing of bright shiny zippers, straps, and snaps that some people seem to prefer in favor of just a handful of more practical dull gray zippers that secure the pockets. Around his neck he wears a small leather cord from which is suspended a small iron pendant in the approximate shape of a hammer, the knotwork design of a dragon carved into its surface. The shirt is tucked into a pair of faded and slightly frayed threadbare jeans suspended by a wide belt of black leather and a pair of stained and scuffed heavy boots, the kind you might see on a hiking trail or a construction site, cover his feet.
He seems to be incredibly strongly connected to Summer and the power associated with it. The smell of dust and sage hang heavy in the air around him. Just standing near him there is an almost palpable presence to Summer's anger like the feeling of electricity in the air before a sudden storm. He seems not simply be a repository of rage but to radiate it, the energy coming off of him in waves like the merciless heat of the Sun as it bears down upon the desert.
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