This beanpole of an Amunati man has all the height of the Red Crown people, with copper undertones to his brown skin to match. He also bears the hawk-like features typical of his people: a great beak of a nose, centered between cheekbones rugged and stark as cliffs. Such a combination might lend itself to harshness, but the length of his narrow face somewhat balances them out, and the generous length if not width of his thin-lipped mouth. His eyes, a vivid shade of amber that borders on topaz, are similarly bright and wide enough not to be drowned out by the weight of his dark brows. A loose wave or two of coal-black hair can often be seen crossing them, freed from the tyranny of his ponytail by its unruly abundance. Not a strand of grey touches it yet, matching the smoothness of his wrinkled face - a man fully adult, but still in his youth. His build seems to match that impression, at a glance; his shoulders have some breadth and strength to them, while the rest of his body seems to descend in one narrow, gangling line. But there is some quiet strength in those corded limbs, and though ink stains his hands often it lies atop calluses that have known hard work.
