Breian
Standing at an average height of 5'8, this man is not impressive at first sight, though his broad shoulders and barrel chest gives an indication of his strength. Short, thick legs carry him in a rolling gait when he walks and his large hands are covered with calluses and scars - large and small. Shortish arms are covered in dark hairs, almost obscruring the deep tanned skin of a man having worked long hours outside. In his deeplined face, the tan is only visible above a thick stubble covering the lower parts. White lines at the eyes - and between them - tell of a perpetual squint, lines that are repeated in the man's forehead. A receding hairline is not helped by the close-cropped dark hair, cut almost to his scalp. Looking out from under thick eyebrows are muddy-brown eyes, set in almond shaped whites.
Wher-hide trousers, plainbrown, fits snugly to his legs, rolled up to account for the difference in size between trouserlegs and the man's own. A thin tunic, washed out red, covers his upperbody, straining at the chest and plainly not a perfect fit. His leather jerkin, however, fit as if it were made for him, looking newer than anything else he wears, even his midcalf high black boots. Quidam lounges proudly on Breian's shoulder, his tail wrapped tightly around his neck.
Wearing a single looped knot of two cords - bright orange and black - it identifies him as a resident of Ista Weyr.
Breian is 32 Turns, 7 months, and 19 days old.