He is the book that is judged by its cover, and he tends to hold most people that he meets at an arm's length. Such descriptors are not entirely false either, as Dro’Sintaba has an enigmatic intensity to his personality that makes him notoriously difficult to get to know, worsened only by his size and appearance. Instead, he is usually described as menacing and severe. Three simple words that he wished would be the first that would be used to describe him. An astute eye would observe in the lines of his brow, and the softness of his relaxed gaze that a humble gentility still sits there, and that all has not yet been drained and squeezed from him. The once ambitious and scholarly Cathay-raht, who was always smiling and proud, gentle and optimistic of his future. In vulnerable moments, he likes to think he is simply Sintaba. He can be a soft and purring gentleman when relaxed - but the gravel still remains, constraining the power of an explosive roar that reverberates in his chest when unleashed. In his moments of quietude, he can speak with the inflections that allude to his deep intelligence and wisdom, choosing his words wisely as a philosopher of old might. His voice is a low grumble, a growling and forceful whisper most of the time. He wears the clothes, they do not wear him. There is an air of stylish sophistication to him, a regal quality of masculine confidence. His colour of choice is green, and when not in his coat, he can be found to be wearing loose and light tunics and scarves that cover a spectrum of green hues. The Khajiit is particularly fond of his smart woolen overcoat, in a striking umber shade that is lined across the shoulders with the fur of a black bear.
He is made of solid corded muscle that defies his age and he dresses his body well. Carefree and calm is a mood that comes to him so seldom that when reaching it, his entire physique, (especially his expression) does seem to change. Occasionally there is a softness to his eyes - usually when he is relaxed, and especially when he is tired and in need of sleep. They fit him perfectly and frame his eyes in such a way that they shrink the menacing aura he carries. In contrast, when engaging in his quieter pursuits - Dro’Sintaba wears a pair of bespoke spectacles that were made for him by a jewel smith and old flame. It has been said that he can look right through a person in a single glance, and those who have met his eyes on a dark day can attest to this. On him, however, they just burn and simmer slowly with an indomitable intensity. Upon closer inspection, (if he lets you close enough), one can make out the faint traces of rich charcoal markings amongst the black fur, most prominently across his forehead over the bridge of his nose, under his eyes.ĭro’Sintaba’s eyes are an unusually bright and piercing green, that on a kinder face would be considered breathtakingly beautiful.
His habit of walking in this way has caused him to have been mistaken after dark for a werewolf more times than he would be keen to admit, and his jet-black fur does little to disarm this notion. Despite this, he still manages to move with an impressive and intimidating gait - his stride powerful and confident. Paired with his strong physique and incredible musculature, he is a sight to behold in his complete glory, and yet the Cathay-raht carries himself in a slouched posture and stoops ever so slightly -as if he is weighed down by something heavy. When stood upright, Dro’Sintaba reaches an unnerving 6’7”.
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