Pieran Swift
+ Attractiveness

I am Pieran Swift, a male, aged 30, with dark chocolate hair worn in the renaissance fashion; sans beard, with a pony tail falling just below my shoulder blades, tied by a leather cord or sometimes a bright ribbon.

I stand a shoeless 5’10”, carrying around 175 good pounds of potential kinetic energy. My smile is kind but tempered. Sometimes I forget myself, become dreamy and, go “off.” My ocean-blue eyes are long in pathos but quick to temper. I tell time by an elegant, antique pocket watch and I play an engaging game of chess.

Although born in the sleepy town of Aneto, in the Pyrenees foothills of northern Spain, I speak with a distinctive Spanish-English accent, deep, gentle, and soft like whispering cotton. I wear jeans, either black or blue, and often white alpaca sweaters or similar long-sleeve shirts with open necklines, some styled vaguely nineteenth century, others, distantly 17th century. A brown, leather jacket and backpack complete my ensemble. Did I mention boots? Well, I have some of those, too. And i wear a silver necklace and cross, just a small thing, kind of feminine as it might have been a gift from a girlfriend. I carry obvious weapons including ancient Japanese swords, European rapier-swords and modern compound bows. I’ve been known to smoke a wooden, long-stem pipe in the late hours of the moon.

That is all. <GONG!>