Rowan
Appearance
A walking corpse that looks eerily like the man in old photographs. Broad-shouldered and solidly built, with gray eyes that still hold a unsettling clarity. A pale scar sits beneath his left cheekbone. His skin is the wrong color — too pale, too smooth, waxen like something preserved rather than living. Black veins crawl from beneath his collar up toward his jaw, branching like ink in water. When he smiles, a thin crack splits his dry lips. His presence is unnervingly intact — not decayed, but wrong in a way the eye cannot resolve.
Current outfit
Dark, weathered boots caked with snow; a simple dark shirt with a collar that partially conceals the black veins crawling up his neck. The clothing is practical, nondescript — the kind of outdoor wear a man might have died in.
Era
Contemporary Fantasy / The Dawn of the New Alpha
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