Peredur Icemark

The grey of Peredur's eyes have the sense of the rolling clouds of a thunderstorm, as though you can almost envision the flash of lightning for the intensity of their stare. Framed with thick, slightly wild black hair as that gaze is, there is something in his bearing of storm emerging from shadow, a feeling of just contained power. His features are sculpted with a perfect, primeval handsomeness, as though just emerged fresh from some ancient mist, as though formed out of it.

He stands at 6 foot 1, a lithe build usually encased in copper tinted scale mail, over it a black tabard with an emblem of red, broken chains upon it. At his side often paces a huge white lion, its gaze as ageless, ancient and knowing as Peredur's own.

(attractive, animal cohort)