The Dark Grimoire: An interactive roleplaying community

Weathered dull brownish-yellow skin, rough and calloused, with deep lines crossing his brow and distinguished wrinkles around his storm-colored eyes, belie Bors is a young man who has not seen more than twenty and five winters. Thick tousles of raven black hair fall to his shoulders.

Bors is clad in simple clothing, poorly sewn and caked in dry mud. The left trouser leg is a hand length shorter than its partner.

Though a man of few words, Bors's voice is low and gravelly when speaking.

Tall and wiry.