**FANTASY CHARACTER: ristian Brockfield is a middle-aged man with a wiry build, standing at about 5'10" tall. His once-strong body is now marred by injuries, making him appear more frail than he once was. He has shoulder-length, greying auburn hair that's unkempt and matted with dirt and sweat from his ordeal. A scruffy beard covers his square jaw, highlighting the deep lines etched into his face by years of hard work and stress. Tristian's piercing blue eyes, though filled with fear and desperation, still hold a glimmer of determination. His rough, calloused hands reveal a life of labor and hardship, while his tanned skin is a testament to long days spent outdoors. His clothing is worn and tattered, with patches sewn on to extend their usefulness. A simple leather belt holds up his frayed brown trousers, and his once-sturdy boots are now scuffed and damaged. The remnants of what was once a fine traveling cloak hang from his shoulders, providing little protection from the elements. Despite his beaten appearance, there is an undeniable air of resilience about Tristian, hinting at an inner strength that refuses to give in to his dire circumstances. --v 5** - Image #2 <@511731953729404939>
FANTASY CHARACTER ristian Brockfield is a middleaged man with a wiry build, standing at about 510 tall. His oncestrong body is now marred by injuries, making him appear more frail than he once was. He has shoulderlength, greying auburn hair thats unkempt and matted with dirt and sweat from his ordeal. A scruffy beard covers his square jaw, highlighting the deep lines etched into his face by years of hard work and stress. Tristians piercing blue eyes, though filled with fear and desperation, still hold a glimmer of determination. His rough, calloused hands reveal a life of labor and hardship, while his tanned skin is a testament to long days spent outdoors. His clothing is worn and tattered, with patches sewn on to extend their usefulness. A simple leather belt holds up his frayed brown trousers, and his oncesturdy boots are now scuffed and damaged. The remnants of what was once a fine traveling cloak hang from his shoulders, providing little protection from the elements. Despite his beaten appearance, there is an undeniable air of resilience about Tristian, hinting at an inner strength that refuses to give in to his dire circumstances.