Roleplay from Guldor D'Espana
In response to the voice that demanded him to identify himself, Guldor snorted quietly and took a last step into the light of the torches. A tall man in his youth, well over the six feet mark in his golden days, Guldor was now barely over the six feet barrier, though he still retained some of the imposing physical presence and broad frame that had made him a fearsome warrior in his prime. Time had not been particularly kind to him, and his face, once well proportioned and quite handsome, was now covered in wrinkles and scars, witnesses to the passage of time and the many disappointments and challenges he had experienced throughout his life.
His hair was perhaps one of the most clear evidences of his past in the Far East Island. Already covered in the grey snow of the elderly, it was cut in the traditional chonmage haircut he had been keeping since his many decades in the remote and now sunken continent. He sported a well-trimmed medium length beard, the same color of his hair. But amongst it all, it was his eyes that probably stood out the most. Dark brown eyes, that looked with the gravity and fatigue of senescence. Eyes that had seen the rise and demise of countless realms. The birth and death of many.
Eyes like an empty void, devoid of most feelings but tiredness outside of the battlefield, where the wrath and impotence of more than sixty winters rose up and carried him throughout the fight... until it all came to an end and, yet another night, death avoided his longing hand and made him wait for the next clash.
But he had been asked a question, and it was impolite to not answer it, particularly in the camp of another nobleman. Nodding in acknowledgement with a neutral expression, he answered in a deep, raspy voice.
- "Guldor D'Espana, knight of Greater Eponllyn. I have not seen your face before, and you are far too young to be one of the old warriors of this realm previous to Redhaven arrival. May I know your name?"
