Name: Leneric-Yvois Greystone
Known as: Len, Matchsticks, Chief Greyston,
Apparent age: Len has a very strange sense of ageless beauty about him. He’s incredibly hard to pin an age on, but could be anywhere in his early twenties and beyond.
Race and clan: You’d be forgiven for mistaking him for hyur at a glance. With the slight point to his ears, elezen is a better guess.
Appearance details: Leneric is too tall to be hyur but a tad too short to be elezen. He’s slender and elegant to look at though, made up of sweeping lines and effortless grace. He wears his hair, presumably dyed a powder blue, long but tied into a braid that reaches just to the top of his shoulder blades. Heseems to take at least some pride in his appearance. It’s easy to miss the nicks and pocks blemishing his face and the scar disappearing into his hairline around his temple. He easily catches the La Noscean sun across his nose too.
His accent is undoubtedly Limsan, albeit with a gentle lilt.
Personality: Len is many things to many different people. A natural born chameleon. He’s fond of crass language and a brash approach to life though, and there's not a lot Leneric can't take in his stride. The hedonistic, capricious sort, he’s apparently also very opportunistic and has possessive tendencies. But once again, his true nature is anyone’s guess. Len is wild. Len is tame. Len is pure. Len is tainted. Len is free. Len is caged.
In all senses of the word, he likes to think himself rather sublime.
“Shit, Matchsticks? Ruthless in the Wolves’ Den, him.” - Maelstrom private.
“I’ve seen a schmuck like ‘im sat outside the Bismarck smokin’ cigarettes n’ watchin’ folk. I don’t know it’s him or not, but they got the same hair.” - Limsan citizen.
“Somethin’ up with his leg, I reckon. Seen him limpin’ a lot around the Aftcastle...” - Maelstrom Corporal.
