silverblades

With pale skin and hair slicked back a cold sinister stare remains on his face except for and ocassional smile. His lips crack open to reveal a row of sharp jagged yellow teeth. From the looks of his worn clothing you would think his a beggar but the blood stained scimitar that hangs close at his side tells you otherwise. Up close you may notice a necklace made of woven hair and shards of broken bone that drapes down across his chest. An intelligent look in his eyes never seems to escape your attention