Rick Pereg

Rick Pereg

Autumn's Sovereign Autumn Mantle •••••

Freehold Status ••••

Elemental Airtouched, Cleareyes

Played by Lesingnon

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Appearance

Mask

Rick stands at five feet ten inches tall and is possessed of a slender build. Though it’s one that has filled out due to the trials that he’s endured since his capture, the harsher lifestyle adding corded muscle to his frame. His hair is short and brown, seemingly perpetually tousled by the wind. And then there’s the way he carries himself. Every action seems to be deliberate, seldom a motion wasted. He seems to exude confidence even when he doesn’t feel it and always seems to be completely sure of himself, presenting an unflappable front to the world at large.

He dresses fairly simply, avoiding clothes that seem too expensive or cheap. He tends to favor a casual button-down shirt worn over a plain cotton tee. There’s usually a concealed cold iron dagger hidden beneath the over shirt. And, if Rick particularly expects trouble, perhaps a pistol as well. He usually completes his ensemble with jeans and sneakers.

Mien

In his mien Rick’s height and build remain the same. His skin, however, changes to the clear blue of an autumn sky. His eyes are a dark gray, almost black, ringed with gold; very similar to those of a peregrine falcon. His hair is noticeably different too. In fact, hair is a bit of a misnomer, it’s composed of long feathers composed of a seemingly solidified mist the same dark gray of a storm cloud. They give way to longer feathers that adorn his his shoulders and upper back; and smaller feathers of the same substance cover his lower shins and forearms. Small, golden thorns protrude from the feathers as well. They appear and disappear from beneath the plumage in a slow, snaking pattern. The feathers taper off at his wrists and ankles, giving way to hands and feet whose grayish color is similar to that of his feathers; with fingers and toes tipped with vestigial talons.

Mantle

Rick’s mantle consists of autumn storm winds that swirl perpetually around him; bearing the subtle scents of nuts, fallen leaves, ripened apples, and other scents of the season. Russet and golden leaves ride the winds, steadily appearing and disappearing amongst flashes of lightning. And occasionally, usually when he's feeling particularly emotional, there may be a transient spurt of hail or cold rain.