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|extended=Cold, stone-grey eyes peer out from an aged face as Rafe's calculating gaze runs over his magnificent collection of blades. His lined countenance still shows with bright vitality, however, leaving his true age undeterminable. Long silver hair drapes over his shoulders in shining tresses, and a similar mustache hangs over his thin-lipped mouth in long strands. Even beneath his ankle-length dusty leather coat, his muscles still show remnants of their old strength, and his posture is one of superiority and pride. A man of moderate stature, he nonetheless radiates an aura of overwhelming power and skill. | |extended=Cold, stone-grey eyes peer out from an aged face as Rafe's calculating gaze runs over his magnificent collection of blades. His lined countenance still shows with bright vitality, however, leaving his true age undeterminable. Long silver hair drapes over his shoulders in shining tresses, and a similar mustache hangs over his thin-lipped mouth in long strands. Even beneath his ankle-length dusty leather coat, his muscles still show remnants of their old strength, and his posture is one of superiority and pride. A man of moderate stature, he nonetheless radiates an aura of overwhelming power and skill. | ||
|con=Rafe, the Blademaster does not even register your presence as a threat. | |con=Rafe, the Blademaster does not even register your presence as a threat. | ||
|location=[Vardarian Highlands] | |location=[[Vardarian Highlands]] | ||
|health=1090 | |health=1090 | ||
|entry= | |entry= | ||
Revision as of 09:07, 28 January 2014
Rafe, the Blademaster
(Neutral)
Health: 1090
Rafe still cuts a regal figure as he runs an oiled cloth over a long blade.
Cold, stone-grey eyes peer out from an aged face as Rafe's calculating gaze runs over his magnificent collection of blades. His lined countenance still shows with bright vitality, however, leaving his true age undeterminable. Long silver hair drapes over his shoulders in shining tresses, and a similar mustache hangs over his thin-lipped mouth in long strands. Even beneath his ankle-length dusty leather coat, his muscles still show remnants of their old strength, and his posture is one of superiority and pride. A man of moderate stature, he nonetheless radiates an aura of overwhelming power and skill.
Rafe, the Blademaster does not even register your presence as a threat.
Cold, stone-grey eyes peer out from an aged face as Rafe's calculating gaze runs over his magnificent collection of blades. His lined countenance still shows with bright vitality, however, leaving his true age undeterminable. Long silver hair drapes over his shoulders in shining tresses, and a similar mustache hangs over his thin-lipped mouth in long strands. Even beneath his ankle-length dusty leather coat, his muscles still show remnants of their old strength, and his posture is one of superiority and pride. A man of moderate stature, he nonetheless radiates an aura of overwhelming power and skill.
Rafe, the Blademaster does not even register your presence as a threat.
| Location: | Vardarian Highlands |
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