Well, here's the current description I think I'll go with for a while.
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Opeitus Solorin is a Ylian. His long brown hair, laced with white, hangs in many braids.
At the end of many braids hang many different jewels and minerals, all roughly cut.
His age is hard to tell, for his face is scarred and weathered from long travels
and old injuries.
He moves with a harsh slow limp, aided by a decorative walking staff. This indicates
the tired stride that comes to the old.
Yet he stops to stare with wonder and contemplation at random with the curiosity that usually only comes with youth.
But then again, he squints with aged eyes, one of which is glazed over and milky white with a prominent red
mark running through it. This, his right eye, seems to move slower than his left, making it hard to judge just
what he is intending to study.
Painted on the right side of his face are a series of simple white dots, and spiraling patterns that
travel down his neck and presumably under his clothes.
The left side of his face has a few of these, but it is mostly decorated by old disfigurements due to heavy burns,
and newer scars atop his melted flesh.
Inspecting his attire is an effort in taxonomy.
It's also an effort in shear willpower, as this bent man seems to be protected by an aegis of the worst odors imaginable.
He is covered in a heavy cloak made from many small animal skins woven and sewn together.
Throughout the cloak can be seen bits of insect carapaces, plant material, and clacker legs that seem to
be arranged in an ornamental fashion. Many different rocks are tied on at random intervals, hanging where ever
they please.
Hanging from his back is a simple, but menacing axe. It seems to have seen its share of use in both battle,
and perhaps woodcutting.
Over his left shoulder is a satchel made of some netting. Through it can be seen many odd books, and scrolls.
Clumps of mold and moss, and a bottle of some foul smelling slime are scattered carelessly among delicate
seeming parchments.
There are also more rocks.
When he moves his cloak back, various tools and instruments can be seen attached to his belt.
An old worn rock pick, dull spikes and rods, a small wooden mallet, and a delicately carved wooden branch that
forks in two. On the right of his belt is a collection of glass vials, some contain soil samples and others
contain delicate plants and mosses. There are also some more familiar medical salves.
Hanging from his belt are even more random rocks.
One might come to the conclusion that he doesn't limp from a bad leg, but that he rather struggles with the
weight of his collection of minerals, and well worn tools.
No matter the nature of his slow stride, or the painful squint that follows his every movement, his body surges
with the muscle needed to carry these many eccentricities.
Still, he moves with the help of a strangely carved walking staff.
Examining it one can see that it's smooth handle is carved in exotic runes.
Some resemble glyphs, but they are most likely a product of mundane totemic art.
The rest of the staff is decorated in a more bizzare fashion.
Carved in the wood rests a long pillar of heads, one representing each sapient race of Yliakum.
Each representative appears androgynous, and the races do not seem to be organized
in any significant way.
Though the bottom head is that of a Kran, upside down, with the point of it's head touching the earth.
The Kran head is carved in a clear bluish crystal, this would seem to indicate a position of honor as the others are
all carved into the would.
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Well there you go, now would anyone else like to play show and tell?
