Viram. Or Adlai.
No shorthand to be found.
Sharp and cold, more brittle than ice
He withdraws, and inside his own carcass does he find warmth
Picture is placeholder. He is payne's grey, with deep granite-like specks peppering his wiry pelt and skin. His head hangs low, weighed and pinned by the heavy obsidian adornment that shields and suffocates him. Stern is narrow, as is his dock, and boney to boot. He has no tail to speak of, only guard hairs of a longer variety that protect his hindquarters and do little to convey his feelings.
Cynical as the day is long, but a dreamer by trade all the same. A smith of complex plans and convoluted hypothesis, and not a single one spoken. His speech is slow and sparse, and actions calculated, hindered by a surplus of forethought.
Viram is selectively mute, as his player is.
Nevertheless, we like to rp sometimes.
