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Physical Description

A scrawny and tiny young man with khaki skin and a sharp hawk-like face that sneers with impish cruelty. Thin lips pull back from khaki teeth in a wicked grin while beady eyes sparkle with goblin mischief, his small frame draped head to shins in the fur of a wolf pelt that makes him look like a hairy demonchild scampering through the night or riding a small black mare with wolves at his heels. He moves with quick, darting energy, often coated in mud that darkens his black fatigues and face as he howls from beneath the pelt. Small and thin with pale skin and freckled arms, this impish figure stands with disdain for low gravity and possesses a hawkish face with a sharp hook nose, crooked teeth flashing in broad boyish grins, and one glittering unnatural bionic eye. His hair is clipped tight in the shape of dragons across his scalp and a huge black and gray wolf tattoo spans his entire back. A wolfpelt hangs from his shoulders over black armor, the wolfshead helmet often framing his slash of a smile as he leads his pack of killers with cruel confidence. A small, ugly little goblin of a man with a wiry bony build and short stature that leaves him standing nose-to-chest against towering Obsidians, his legs dangling when perched on crates. His hatchet face is sharp-angled and often wrinkled or puffy, dominated by a pair of wild red eyes as dark and cruel as Martian soil, and a mouth crowded with jagged hacksaw teeth that bare in manic rickshaw grins or feral sneers. A short unruly Mohawk, frequently dirty sweat-soaked or combed to the side, runs down his scalp above the beginnings of a goatee, while a skull tattoo marks his right hand; he wears sweat-stained black undersuits, black fatigues stretched tight over a combat vest, or cutting-edge crimson armor with a huge spiked Ares helmet that magnifies his voice into an iron warble, embodying chaotic feral energy even when tired or vibrating with adrenaline. A pale man of slight and wiry frame with a fresh-shaven mohawk and piercing red eyes that glow with wild mania and raw emotion, Sevro possesses a distinctly pinched face, thin lips, and a nose crooked like an old knifefighter's fingers. Whether lounging in crisp military whites during formal proceedings, clad in oily glistening scarabSkin while leading through stormy seas, or wearing matte black armor with an iron Minotaur emblem, he carries the aura of a cleaned-up gutter dog still radiating untamed danger and feral intensity, his movements sharp and his expressions often twisted with resigned distaste or protective spite.

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