A towering man, all gristle and sneers with a heart of gold.


Standing at over six foot tall with a face scarred from a young age, Crust cuts an imposing figure. Age and a hard life of soldiering have rendered this man down to base components. The fires of countless battles have rendered the fat from his bones, sallow eyes are framed by gaunt cheekbones, and his arms are nothing but scars, muscle, and sinew. Time has sucked color from his countenance and his unkempt hair reveals only streaks of black amidst the silver and white, his skin and eyes are pale, apart from the yellowing of too much alcohol and too long smoking tobacco.



A Long Forgotten Power AndrewKlein cueballofdoom1