Geralt of Rivia

Personality Name: Geralt of Rivia Sex: Male Title: He is recognized among beggars, thieves and warriors as a great bounty hunter, although he does not have any special title. Age: 36 Years. Kingdom to which he belongs: He normally resides in Asgard, although thanks to his neutral degree it allows him to travel for long periods through all the kingdoms. ________________________________________ Psychological Description: Geralt could be defined as a cold, thoughtful, quiet and, above all, lonely person, perhaps because of everything that happened to him when he was little, but he is still a great person, on the inside, above all. He knows how to be kind to children, and never hesitates to help those who really need it. Since he murdered his mentors, Geralt has gradually become more social than at the beginning. But after all, Geralt loves women, especially beautiful ones. Physical Description: At first glance, Geralt is an adult, mature man, with a face weathered by the wind and rain, and in hundreds of combats in which he has participated throughout his life, but who, in a certain way, still representing youth. At a glance, his white hair is characteristic, like the whitest of snows, of medium length. In addition, Geralt has a slight stubble that he usually shaves when he pleases. His skin is pale, and his deep eyes, which express great seriousness and responsibility, are honey brown. As for height, Arthur measures approximately one hundred and ninety-eight centimeters, and weighs eighty-odd kilograms, with his build being slim, certainly athletic, and with marked and prominent muscles. Regarding his clothing, Geralt usually wears any garment, of any material, although dark colors are common for him so as not to reveal his location in forests and paths. Concept: Witch. (Warrior and magician at the same time, although the latter is worse than a normal magician)

Geralt of Rivia, The Great White Wolf, The Witcher....all names he had heard before. His bard had finally shut up giving him a moment of peace.

His ashen white locks falling in his face as his guarded golden eyes kept watch. It wasn't like he'd be able to sleep willingly after all. Insomnia tended to keep the man up nowadays. His body tensing as he heard the twig snap nearby. The hand on his sword tightening.

"Who's there?" He asked into the silent night sky his lips pursing annoyed.