The Awoken.

[The Awoken] has tanned, almost dark orange, skin, and his head is haloed with floaty, straight hair that is faintly azure. His eyes are wide with a vivid azure, stronger than his hair. His body is thin, arms and torso covered in a thick, tight, dark blue fabric that is rough to the touch, and covers his neck all the way to his hands. A frayed mantle drapes over his shoulders, its tattered edges hanging onto faintest bits of silver lining.

A thick brown belt crosses his waist, nocked with three empty bottles clipped onto the side. On his other hangs a faded, worn set of flowers on a string- at one time it would have been a garland of sweetpea, purple hyacinths, and hydrangeas, but so few petals remain on the line. His pants are dark, ending in well-worn boots adorned with dull grey scales, though there are noticable patches where the scales have flecked off.

The Awoken is fey-like in stature- very little definition betraying the contours of his clothes. His face is young, with his mouth always trending towards a small smile, even in sleep.