Handsome but sullen, Lord Titus Peake is possessed of a long and well-defined face with sharp features befitting of his sharp persona. Furrowed eyebrows cap suspicious serpent’s eyes which narrow to brown points which give glances which cut like knives, and squint with vexation. A large, hooked nose makes his face seem longer than it truly is, and gives him a raptorial quality, beaked and vicious, like a hawk. His lips, which give him a resting sulk, are thin and palely coloured, curling up as if in disgust, or allowing for a snarling and subdued, toothless smile. A beared, cropped short at his jawline so as not to be something to grab onto easily, and only as well-groomed as would be expected of court, no more. Wavy hair which might have grown into tumbling locks has been shorn with a dirk shorter than most, and though it maintains a lustrous quality (a hallmark from his Gardener mother) it is undoubtedly common. When not armed for battle, Titus garbs himself plainly, in drab tunics and hairshirts with only the smallest hint of Peake orange in his ensemble to denote his high birth. He clasps a grey cloak with a silver brooch in the shape of a castle, one of his heraldic charges, which had been a gift from his mother on his sixteenth name day. If dressed for combat, Titus wears black plate chased with silver, as his grandfather had, with a black and orange chequy cloak and unadorned helmet, the ornamentation that is customary of high lords entirely lost on him. He carries a heater shield with his personal arms, the castles of Peake quartered with the lion of Lannister and the green hand of the Gardeners, which he has maintained since Aegon’s Conquest.
Handsome but sullen, Lord Titus Peake is possessed of a long and well-defined face with sharp features befitting of his sharp persona. Furrowed eyebrows cap suspicious serpent’s eyes which narrow to brown points which give glances which cut like knives, and squint with vexation. A large, hooked nose makes his face seem longer than it truly is, and gives him a raptorial quality, beaked and vicious, like a hawk. His lips, which give him a resting sulk, are thin and palely coloured, curling up as if in disgust, or allowing for a snarling and subdued, toothless smile. A beared, cropped short at his jawline so as not to be something to grab onto easily, and only as well-groomed as would be expected of court, no more. Wavy hair which might have grown into tumbling locks has been shorn with a dirk shorter than most, and though it maintains a lustrous quality (a hallmark from his Gardener mother) it is undoubtedly common. When not armed for battle, Titus garbs himself plainly, in drab tunics and hairshirts with only the smallest hint of Peake orange in his ensemble to denote his high birth. He clasps a grey cloak with a silver brooch in the shape of a castle, one of his heraldic charges, which had been a gift from his mother on his sixteenth name day. If dressed for combat, Titus wears black plate chased with silver, as his grandfather had, with a black and orange chequy cloak and unadorned helmet, the ornamentation that is customary of high lords entirely lost on him. He carries a heater shield with his personal arms, the castles of Peake quartered with the lion of Lannister and the green hand of the Gardeners, which he has maintained since Aegon’s Conquest.
Handsome but sullen, Lord Titus Peake is possessed of a long and well-defined face with sharp features befitting of his sharp persona. Furrowed eyebrows cap suspicious serpent’s eyes which narrow to brown points which give glances which cut like knives, and squint with vexation. A large, hooked nose makes his face seem longer than it truly is, and gives him a raptorial quality, beaked and vicious, like a hawk. His lips, which give him a resting sulk, are thin and palely coloured, curling up as if in disgust, or allowing for a snarling and subdued, toothless smile. A beared, cropped short at his jawline so as not to be something to grab onto easily, and only as well-groomed as would be expected of court, no more. Wavy hair which might have grown into tumbling locks has been shorn with a dirk shorter than most, and though it maintains a lustrous quality (a hallmark from his Gardener mother) it is undoubtedly common. When not armed for battle, Titus garbs himself plainly, in drab tunics and hairshirts with only the smallest hint of Peake orange in his ensemble to denote his high birth. He clasps a grey cloak with a silver brooch in the shape of a castle, one of his heraldic charges, which had been a gift from his mother on his sixteenth name day. If dressed for combat, Titus wears black plate chased with silver, as his grandfather had, with a black and orange chequy cloak and unadorned helmet, the ornamentation that is customary of high lords entirely lost on him. He carries a heater shield with his personal arms, the castles of Peake quartered with the lion of Lannister and the green hand of the Gardeners, which he has maintained since Aegon’s Conquest.
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