Sythril (prime)
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Appearance
He is tall in stature and has a hardened, work-hewn figure. He appears to be young and untried. He has rose-flecked ametrine purple eyes and sun-kissed, light brown skin. He has mid back-length, loosely curled raven black hair slicked back into a tight, nape-hugging ponytail bound by a lustrous knitted glacial white flyrsilk hairtie. He has a chiseled, angular face, a small nose and a thin, smooth scar running just underneath his left eye.
He has a filigreed ivory shard in his right eyebrow, and a sovyn clove tattoo on his neck.
He is wearing a charcoal suede coat affixed with silver hooks, a hip-length inky black vest caught by a trio of thin silver chains, a half-buttoned ivory linen shirt, a simple blued steel wristchain, an angular invar band set with lightning glass shards, a damascened black ora band ensnaring an inky black nightstone, an ebony grosgrain belt, a pair of double pleated ebony starsilk trousers with crisp cuffed hems, and a pair of sparkling knitted moon and star-patterned night black spidersilk socks, and a pair of laced ebon leather shoes with narrow toes.
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Early Life:
Born in the fortress-city of Ta’Vaalor, Sythril entered the world as another half-elf in a society that prized pure bloodlines and martial tradition. Orphaned and isolated, he grew up with little privilege, scraping by in the cracks of a proud city that would embrace him. His fortune changed when a certain pirate, plucked him from the fortress streets and carried him westward to Wehnimer's Landing. There, a set of tools was placed in his hands and he was given his first real path: the life of a locksmith.