Rex Tilmor
A young human child, of Alternate-Mystara heritage, and appears anywhere from 12- 15 years of age, with dark rough
cropped hair who stands just over 5 foot 4 inches. He has a thin
build with well defined muscles underneath well patched, very dirty and stained, slightly
discoloured robes (mostly dark browns). The smell of poverty comes from this robes in the form of a faint touch of horse dung and pig urine making those of well to sensibilities want to throw up. He has a fair complexion
with a light splattering of freckles along his face, arms and back.
Deep grey green eyes peer out from
sockets that are darker than normal for a youth of these years. Yet
the eyes come alive when something strange or new is observed.
He carries a back pack that seems to
have been haphazardly stuffed with odd bits of metal, wood and other
not easily identified shapes seem to push at the sides of the leather
and canvas.
Currently;
The boy appears not to have slept for days, and his a wild, driven look of the mad. His eyes dart around erratically, and exhaustion and desperation are obvious yet a sense of purpose and concentration come from this young adult.
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