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*Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away
Where innocence is burned, in flames
A million miles from home, I'm walking ahead
I'm frozen to the bones, I am*
Captain Leandro Ferrus Celestino da Nutuvus
{ALIASES}"Leandro of Celestino" as an informal means of address, "Leandro" by his friends and husband.
{AGE}68, which is young still for his kind
{GENDER, SEXUALITY}Male, homosexual
{SPECIES/ETHNICITY}Ashman, Ironblood, of Nutuvus.
{HEIGHT/BUILD}4'8", solid muscle
{OCCUPATION}Formerly military captain for his homeland (specifics to follow when I figure them out), presently... a vagrant who will fistfight for coin or information.
{RESIDENCE}Originally, a lovely little house on a hill on the island of Sivo. Now, nowhere. But that's fine, he never considered the mainland a place to live, merely to visit.
He's mostly found along the west coast, or the southern end of the continent, for the sake of RP placement.
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{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}The first thing that you will ever notice about Leandro is his coloration. His skin is a pale, ashen white, more akin to fine porcelain than it is to flesh. Smooth and without blemish, one might suspect him to be literally made of stone, but this isn't the case.
Across his upper chest and shoulders is a thick line of what appears to be metal melded directly into his skin, like an inlay. His is a stripe of deep blue-silver, a matching hue to the stormy grey of his eyes, denoting his caste amongst his people as one of Ironblood, the soldiers of Ashman society.
A mane of thick, wavy black hair falls around powerful and broad shoulders, his hair kept partially up in a simple knot. His beard is equally dark and thick, though not yet overlong, able to only hold one simple copper clasp. This clasp is more dear to him than any other piece he's bartered or sold over long months of travel, and he becomes quite viciously possessive of it if he's even stared at for too long.
{PERSONALITY}Stern and aloof, sometimes it's more than his skin that makes Leandro seem made of stone. Almost so, he carries himself like a soldier on enemy shores— which, technically, is what he is. He carries his stress in silence, spending his time brooding more often than not, which of course results in the impression that he himself is absolutely humorless.
Which really isn't the case. His guard is far up, but somewhere deep down is a man with a rich, echoing laugh and a heart made of a much warmer metal than his blood might suggest.
He's also more than a little bigoted about mainlanders (see: human beings), thinking them savages at best and "really just garbage people".
Fun Facts!:- His left hand is missing half his pinky, right about the third knuckle. The tip of this finger is a deep, dark grey, and feels similar to stone when touched.
- Wants kids but has yet to actually set about having them.
- Is absolutely useless without his morning coffee. Tea is a barely acceptable substitute.
- Has a hell of a singing voice.
{SPECIAL ABILITIES}He's really good at the stabby stabby hack'n'slashy. Been doing it near 50 years straight.
{RELATIONSHIPS}His father, Celestino, who was a proud soldier before his end. Leandro has focused his entire career around doing his father's spirit proud.
His husband, Aulus Aercus Avitus da Sivo, who was the leader of their raiding band based out of Sivo. However, Leandro has not been able to find him since washing up on the mainland shore. And that was several months ago...
{HISTORY}An Ashman from the southern islands bearing the same name, Leandro has been crafted from birth to be a fine soldier, going off in the longboats with the Silverbloods to raid distant ports or attach merchant vessels. But then bad things happened out on the ocean and now Leandro's just another surly vagrant in Le'raana.
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