The man in front of you seems to come directly from the grave, his pale skin is stretched over his protruding bones like some kind of macabre kite. His muscles are more sinews that allow him surprising quick movement but probably won’t hold long under the strain of anything heavy.
His shoulder long hair, once as golden as a field of wheat in summer, is now almost completely white. A single dagger is stuck in a simple sheath on his brown belt next to a small pouch.
In one hand he holds a dark staff that seems to radiate necrotic energies, it’s  a black staff, midway the staff twists around itself before splitting off into 4 thin branches that enclose a single purple crystal and join together again at the top.
His robe would be completely black made of exquisite cloth if it weren’t for silvery runes all over it.
His sunken eyes, now steady, seem to try and hide his piercing gaze emitting strength that seems too much for his frail body.

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A pale and agile man with inquisitive eyes stands in front of you, he has a single dagger in its sheath and a big backpack on his back. The blue cloak matches his boots and vest, together with his black pants and shirt some might question his fashion sense.
His hair, once as golden as a field of wheat in summer, now turned mostly white. His sunken eyes seem to twitch and his skin is stretched thin over his bones. While some might mistake him as an undead monstrosity, his eyes still emit a strength that seems too much for his frail body.

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