Arkalu Greenfang is a curious one. He's quite obviously an elf, with the pointed ears and angular build typical of his race. His hair is brown, kept back in a tangle of braids woven with beads of ivory and turquoise. His eyes are a bright, inquisitive shade of green. By all visual accounts, he's most certainly an elf. But there's something... off.
Instead of the light fabrics and
mithral typical of elven warriors, he's dressed in hardened hides, cut seemingly to allow them to breathe easily, well-adapted for the harsh savanna sun. He's more muscular than most elves, not so much toned as 'built', his body hiding more than a little bit of power. The elf's skin is a deep tan, likely from long hours spent in the sun, and he's typically found covered in painted-on designs in blue ink, which to the knowledgeable are distinctly... gnoll?
Strange, too, are the pair of axes he carries always, belted at his waist, very obviously of gnoll make. More strange still, is his demeanor. Where other elves are quiet, and reserved, Arkalu is boisterous, loud, and jovial, with a great love of parties, ale, and meat. The question most ask, upon spending any amount of time around him... is often 'where the hell did you come from?'
If asked, of course, Arkalu will proudly proclaim that he was raised by the gnolls of the Greenfang tribe. Found on the roadside as an infant, he has no recollection at all of the time before he was adopted, nor does he really have any desire to find out. He is, after all, perfectly happy with his family. And why shouldn't he be? Nothing particularly wrong with the gnoll way of life.
Laugh loud, eat well, play hard. |3
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An alt of
Loxagn. Now has a
character sheet, made with Rina's Pathfinder rules!