Blood, sweat, and fecal matter. A high pitched wail can be heard
alongside the death rattle of the warrior woman giving birth. Thus, Hantzu
was born into the world on that bloody day on that bloody battlefield.
Growing up amongst mercenaries has its perks, as Hantzu learned very
quickly. The art of combat was in his mind's eye even before he was able to
walk. He preferred fighting with his hands, as he thought that was the most
intimate way to fight. Skin against skin, the feel of bone and flesh
beneath one's fists. This is all he knew, since the time of his birth until
the time when he walked off the battlefield in search of new challenges.
Description:
An earthy aroma which has been mixed with combination of sweat and blood
wafts off of this Half Elf. His emerald coloured eyes shine brightly with a
fervor little seen in the natural world. Dark blonde hair streaked with
strands of white has been tied behind his head in a tail and only a few
strands float lazily about his angular face. His body is lithe and strong
and quite a few parts seem to have been scarred repeatedly, creating a
hardness equal to any weapon. He is garbed simply, with nothing
distinguishable save for a set of wooden beads which have been wrapped and
rewrapped over his wrist.
