Quintus
Name: Quintus Manilius
Race: Human
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 185 lbs
Eyes: Gray
Hair: Black
"In the eyes of the gods, one million small victories are still not equal to one great feat."
Statuesque. Authoritative. Courageous. Frustrating to his peers. Quintus Manilius is all of these things, and more.
In many ways, Quintus shares the qualities of the spear he wields. Wherever he goes, he seems to stand in sharp relief from the environment around him. He stands tall, stares unblinkingly ahead when speaking. His gaze never falters, in conversation seemingly piercing the mind of his target. His jawline is set firm at all times, his arms ever-ready to strike. It is clear from observing him even in times of peace that Quintus does not know the meaning of "stand down."
His imposing form is outfitted with fine leather armor, perfectly fitted and buckled tightly from shoulder to knee. Around his waist is wrapped a thick leather skirt studded with iron on its tassets. Flowing from his broad shoulders is a deep crimson cloak of heavy cloth, fastened with an iron clasp, beneath which a cumbersome backpack can be seen.
Race: Human
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 185 lbs
Eyes: Gray
Hair: Black
"In the eyes of the gods, one million small victories are still not equal to one great feat."
Statuesque. Authoritative. Courageous. Frustrating to his peers. Quintus Manilius is all of these things, and more.
In many ways, Quintus shares the qualities of the spear he wields. Wherever he goes, he seems to stand in sharp relief from the environment around him. He stands tall, stares unblinkingly ahead when speaking. His gaze never falters, in conversation seemingly piercing the mind of his target. His jawline is set firm at all times, his arms ever-ready to strike. It is clear from observing him even in times of peace that Quintus does not know the meaning of "stand down."
His imposing form is outfitted with fine leather armor, perfectly fitted and buckled tightly from shoulder to knee. Around his waist is wrapped a thick leather skirt studded with iron on its tassets. Flowing from his broad shoulders is a deep crimson cloak of heavy cloth, fastened with an iron clasp, beneath which a cumbersome backpack can be seen.