Editing Kjaelos Marak (section)

=='''Appearance'''==
A figure, roughly 5'8", broad-shouldered and spare of frame, stands before you. Dressed in thick, travel-worn, fur-trimmed robes that had once been of pristine white and dark purple color, he looks around briefly at his surrounding before turning towards you.

Jet black hair peek out from under a hood, framing the youthful face of a human male who had barely seen twenty summers. Clean-shaven with a strong jaw-line and sharp chin, his features would have appeared ordinary enough but for a long ugly scar across his face. A milky streak of healed flesh, beginning at a point right above his left brow, runs down almost vertically straight across his left eye and cheek, past his jaw, and finally ends at the base of his neck. His eyes are bright and arresting, and for several moments fixed intently upon you in an intense probing stare. You notice one of them, the left, is a deep mesmerizing azure-blue color, and the other, the right, a dark hypnotic emerald green.

The man dips his head, acknowledging you with a slight nod of greeting, then turns to survey his surrounding once again. Throwing back his hood to uncover a head of short rakish jet black hair, he self-consciously runs one hand through the tangled mess in a vain attempt to straighten out the kinks. You notice a small blade tucked into a sheath that is fastened horizontally along his belt within easy reach of his right hand. The blade is positioned in such a manner that a quick forward motion of the hand will produce the weapon in a reverse grip fashion ready for a fight. Several nondescript pouches hang from the man's belt as well, similarly positioned within easy reach of his left hand.

The man moves and walks with a gravitas and quiet confidence that belies his youth. His motions are spare and efficient, his actions deft and precise.