A golden bird in a sea of red.
With antlers that reach high to the sky, and glimmering golden hair, the Faeborne before you carries a gentle demeanor. With a pale, delicate complexion and cerulean blue eyes, Bedivere stands at an extremely middling height; there's little about him that could be described as threatening, and as such, stands to be rather approachable; the air around him is cold, and yet calming at the same time, as the air can rarely be found dry or heavy around his being.
He wears the typical outfit of a magus; flowing, cerulean robes as blue as his own eyes, a hat that somehow rests perfectly atop his antlers, with golden accents trimming every part of his clothing. At his back, a redwood bow rests, an orichalcum string giving a magical touch to the weapon. One can often hear the clinking of potion bottles, denoting him as an Alchemist of some merit.
With antlers that reach high to the sky, and glimmering golden hair, the Faeborne before you carries a gentle demeanor. With a pale, delicate complexion and cerulean blue eyes, Bedivere stands at an extremely middling height; there's little about him that could be described as threatening, and as such, stands to be rather approachable; the air around him is cold, and yet calming at the same time, as the air can rarely be found dry or heavy around his being.
He wears the typical outfit of a magus; flowing, cerulean robes as blue as his own eyes, a hat that somehow rests perfectly atop his antlers, with golden accents trimming every part of his clothing. At his back, a redwood bow rests, an orichalcum string giving a magical touch to the weapon. One can often hear the clinking of potion bottles, denoting him as an Alchemist of some merit.