Defenders of Khelb
I am thin and flexy. My hair is straight long and white, braided in a queue behind the right ear. I wear a long pale green cloak that looks like it is covered with the moon dust. I always carry a shoulder back that is solid and heavy.
Despite adulthood, my round face with a pointy chin looks almost childish. But deep green eyes are serious and concentrated, and the skin around it has been tattoed, albeit at close range some kind of a major scar is visible, that the tattoos do a reasonable job at covering.
The tattoos are a series of stars across the eyebrows. From a distance, from the outer edge of the eye, there appears to be a crescent moon cradling each eye, extending to each temple. Closer inspection reveals that the moons are a flowing script in a language unfamiliar to most.
A light smile adorns my face any time I talk to people, though my laughter is rare and quiet. I am polite with the strangers and start the conversation first. My voice is calm and mature that gives a feeling that I carefully think over every word.
I crave for more knowledge and always ask a lot of questions.
I prefer not to talk about the past. But if you are really curious you can ask me.