User:Altu'Sikra/Altu'Sikra Dune

Appearance Framed by delicate, pale golder hair, this lithe, almost femininely built Forsaken man is of a haunting beauty. His ears those of the Highbourne race, and eyes a deep onyx, he is an oddity. Delicate fingers upon his hands, usually hanging limply, not balled in fists, or dancing as the caster stereotype would portray. From the top down, he is a gentle creature, a look of an ancient and rare wisdom constantly gracing him. His nose is typical of an elf, smooth but defined, though, black leather bands run across his face in a mark of some sort... perhaps for some even more off purpose. His chest is strong, and heaves with the breath of a running man even in his death. Graceful arms and legs sweep beneath his robe. If one were to eye him naked, runes and markings would dance about his flesh, the result of ten thousand millenia of spell weaving.

Voice He holds the graceful and poetic way of speech akin to a bard, or an informed and passionate individual. The man's tone and sound grace the air like a flowing harp note.

Personality All that one need know about this man can be learned from looking into his eyes. He holds within those orbs the curious gleam of a magus, tempered by wisdom, and compassion. Quick to defend what he loves, however, he may come off as a loose cannon. And I suppose he is at times.

History

Altu is a bit of an oddity, for he is ancient. Yet, will give no information of his travelings. Almost as if he is trying to forget.

What he is

Anyone attuned to magical energies will detect him as a powerful entity. Interlinked into the ambient Ley-Threads of the planets. He is a Master Arcanist, an expert at absorbing energy, a master scryer, and a powerful Leywalker.