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Lieutenant Colonel Torin Encinosa: Torin Encinosa's Home Page Syados Edge@aol.com |
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Commander of The Mystics Division, Aequitor, Trainer, Morale Officer | |||||
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Robes poured over his figure from those broadened shoulders bearing plates of coaled steel which wore embedded castments of leather beneath their stoic pose. The tips of their partitions the only portions actually able to be seen where the robes gave way for his arms dextrous movements.Upon each arm were two bands bearing throwing knives whose lengths rode up from his elbow to fit direcetly beneath each of these shoulderplates and still give leavance of an arms complete circular flexations. Bearing gauntlets were worn upon each forearm to tha encovering continuance over the back of his hand, Slitted conjoinance there giving tha wrist full flexation. Beneath each forearm were, you gussed it, a dual set of throwing knives with the slickness of a leaf, and the length of his palm to fingers. Fingers to palm themselves bare of any gloves or frictional defectancies. The priorly mentioned robes are made of a combination of thick leathers to ward off weather and add some padding to the already worn choice of armor beneath. Beneath the top layer of leather is a second layer of a very thick and smooth fabric of cotton, or maybe..some furred corpse. And Beneath that would be the boundaries to what you would not be able to see. These boundaries though continue to the lengths where it sides in that endrapening an opening for his sides alone where the front and back slide further past the waist for continuance to secrete his further arsenal from view. Letting the mind take it for granted that with the already displayable preferance to blades upon his arms, there's liably going to be more beneath. From waist to boots are those kept leathers pants which cling to the surrept muscles of his thighs to hips where two more straps are wrapped about each thigh. On the right thigh is a quiver of short arrows which reach up to about the beginning of his thigh...this quiver is sometimes replaced with a satchel. Upon his other thighs resides the emplacement of a short sword with tha inscriptions of his clan's keepsake along the hilt to tha blade itself. Pomel bearing the clan's insignia adhered for view and quick grasp and withdrawal. When the longbow is found in his hand, it's height spanning 6'2" where tha tip idles an inch or so above his head if he were to lean upon it standing.. Tha longbow itself bearing the traits and foretellings of either his clan, his life, or a foretelling tale of some exubedent group specified on one individual amidst a clamouring pictoral of woodlands, weaving paths and a lake indebted to the service of a waterfall showering waterspray upon a mountain goat upon the very boulders which held up those pouring waters...which led up to the mountain's peek at the other end of his bow. With this longbow would be worn two quivers, one on each shoulder jutting out of his robes where the arrows lengths themselves would seep all the way to his waist and ahead over his own head. Boots far far below bore three plates of the same steel the plate on each shoulder is made from. Each plate embribed upon a padding of leather, all of which is buckled and strapped into perfected fit for his leg to ankles..where those boots soles are woven to the exact replica of his own foots soles for better grip, grasp and dexterity in movements. Whirling you through all of this attire back to those bearing shoulders we provide the semblence of his features for you all finally. A darkset readiness for anything that would have the desire to stand in the way of his path to try it's temptations, and see whether they get blade or fist. Length of hair simply long enough to be persuaded in a conitnuos wave for tha back of his head. Where two remaining braids were born from the front and hidden within the thickness of his hair to dangle as the remnant freedom he kept of the long mane of hair he once had. Eyes born with an amberic depthness which inscribed the prescense of his spirits' passion...waiting to be lit up by a sight of beauty...or a sight of injustice to be dealt with. |
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