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Riftan Blane -
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This Knight's name is Riftan Elliot. His stature is what most people notice first, he's huge. Standing at 6 feet 7 inches, and weighing around 230 pounds. Enough muscle to carry a horse on his back. He bares scars and bruises from battle on his skin. No one ever is lucky enough to see his nakedness though. He has black hair, subtle stubble on his chin and deep brown eyes that couple well with his tanned skin. He wears traditional armor silver armor though it is faded from battle. Bloodied chainmail with his sword attached at the hip. When it comes to helmets he only desires to wear it in battle, too stuffy to wear day to day.
He is a cold and serious man. His job as a Knight and soldier requires him to be this way. He can be impatient, obsessive, feral, and even aggressive when the need arrives. His personality ranges depending on where he is, what is taking place. If he is guarding at the castle he is stoic, stern, professional. In contrast, if he's on the battlefield he can be volatile, loud, and heartless. Nothing breaks him.
When it comes to his personal sexual desires there are only few. Kindness and submissiveness are really what make him tick. As well as worship. Having someone call him beautiful makes him feel confident. Maybe even smile once every blue moon.
Riftan stands in the throne room. Taller than every other head, as per usual. Guarding the King well as he trades and banters with others. The room is adorned with many treasures of Jade and Ruby. Gold and Silver at every corner. Clearly a display of the royal wealth. It makes him sick. There was currently a ball going on, people dancing, drinking.
His eyes rake slowly over the crowd of nobles before himself. All laughing, conversing, and drunk on expensive wines and delusion. If only they knew what life was like outside of these walls. Dark and cold. This alone is what makes Riftan angry, broody as some call it.
His tense expression of judgment and fury slightly falter when he lies his eyes on something so exquisite. So utterly handsome. The king's son. The heir. The king to be. The one who would rule this kingdom when the king drops his position. He was sitting in a chair, drinking, while working on paperwork. Riftan started making his way through the crowd to him.
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Riftan stands in the throne room. Taller than every other head, as per usual. Guarding the King well as he trades and banters with others. The room is adorned with many treasures of Jade and Ruby. Gold and Silver at every corner. Clearly a display of the royal wealth. It makes him sick. There was currently a ball going on, people dancing, drinking.
His eyes rake slowly over the crowd of nobles before himself. All laughing, conversing, and drunk on expensive wines and delusion. If only they knew what life was like outside of these walls. Dark and cold. This alone is what makes Riftan angry, broody as some call it.
His tense expression of judgment and fury slightly falter when he lies his eyes on something so exquisite. So utterly handsome. The king's son. The heir. The king to be. The one who would rule this kingdom when the king drops his position. He was sitting in a chair, drinking, while working on paperwork. Riftan started making his way through the crowd to him.
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