siegfried's desc

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<font face=garamond size=2 color=594F98><i>Councilor of Nostvale</i></font>

<font face=century gothic color=EBE7E4>Before your eyes stands a young man, curling horns coming from a head with hair a stark white, bright like snowfall hanging from his head in a thin whispy manner. Scattered and unkempt with no particular signs of change from the moment the boy gets out of bed. Beneath the locks of white lay eyes of a dull ruby coloration, flat and almost reptilian in nature by the vacant look behind them. Signs of sleep deprivation circle around the lad's gaze, sometimes more pronounced and other times not so much, making it clear the young man doesn't sleep much, and if so, not easy. His expression is as vibrant as the look in his eyes, all smiles and good cheer.

This is the man Siegfried Hirano has become, though his manners of dress stay much the same as his younger years, primarily clothing himself in colors of white the same hue as his hair, mainly a long coat that hangs towards his knees, trimmed with grey upon the sleeves, though beneath the coat is a set of mythril armor, another bright color, though this time blue. he armor and coat are of fine make, fine enough to make it clear the lad comes from wealth and well maintained, though beneath the armor and coat, and even the straw hat sometimes upon his head, is a thin, almost frail body. The teen stands quite tall for his age, at 6'7, and the unheathily skinny state of his frame belies the strength beneath it, as a magi he is far more durable than he looks, though the missing left hand, chopped off a bit past the elbow, marrs that impression quite thoroughly.

Skilled in the arts of illusion and lightning magic, and far more prominently to the citizens of Nostvale at one time, Hellstorm. He has since been implanted and replaced that with a mastery in time magic. A spark of electricity can sometimes be seen hovering above his left shoulder, flashing, popping, blinking and crackling in rhythmic manners, almost giving off a fae like glow, even being the size of a fairy.

He also has a metal hook for a left hand, and a lame sturdy wooden walking staff.