Ogun
OGUN JOBIA bit shorter than most of his race, but built
like an oak he still strikes an imposing figure. His grayed physique shows
nothing but muscle and scars. His eye's are a dark gray and his hair is jet
black, shaved on the sides and hangs down his back. It's obvious he takes
care of himself and is no stranger to a good scrap. As if that wasn't enough
to make one think twice about facing him, Ogun has a tilt to his head with a
slight grin that makes one wonder what's going on inside his head.
He dresses as one would expect by a traveler from the wilds. Faded leathers
and a patchwork of greens and browns that would blend in to most surroundings.
He carries a pack over his shoulders that looks as worn as his clothes and
appears full of just about everything he owns. Large bladed knives can be seen
sticking out of each boot with one in the small of his back, another sheathed
to the strap of his pack. On one hip a stout looking machete and on the other a
quiver of arrows. A large bow is tied to his pack and a wicked looking spiked
ax is strapped across his back. Everything looks well cared for and ready to
use which would be expected by one in his line of work.