EINAR RINGEN [WIP]

[Einar Ringen]

Einar Ringen

Einar Ringen Twenty-five Noble Ein, Eina Crest (mod will fill out) Dracmon, DORUmon, Gazimon FACE CLAIM: Morty ANIMANGA: Pokémon GENDER: Male HEIGHT: 6'4" WEIGHT: 182 lbs. APPEARANCE Standing head and shoulders above the swarming Tokyo crowds, Einar looks the part of a gentle giant to nearly everyone he passes, a foreign man prone to flashing all he meets an affable smile before turning to disappear down one of the city's twisting streets. Few would guess that the sleepy-eyed blond was actually born in Japan, and unless they know him personally or have seen him around the Wall Guard's base of operations, even fewer recognize him as one of the tamers waging war against the Digimon threatening to wipe humanity from the face of the planet. Ein prefers to keep it that way, only a subtle limp in his walk from an old battle wound serves as the only clue to the painful soldier's memories buried deep beneath his tranquil smiles. Despite his considerable height, there is nothing imposing about Ein's figure. True, he towers over many of his comrades in arms (or at least the human ones) at six-foot-four, but there are plenty in the guard who are just as tall, not to mention in considerably better shape. His years of staying in a support role rather than out in the field actively turning back Digimon attacks has robbed him of much of the muscle mass he possessed as a teenager and what remains clings close and compact to his lanky frame as lean ghosts of his former strength. His face is pleasant enough, with violet eyes that are near-permanently drooped in thought and shaded by fluffy locks of his bright blond hair, which exists in a constant state of disarray, along with the purple headband he wears in a partially successful attempt to keep it out of his eyes. Many would be surprised to discover how wildly his calm expression can contort in rare flashes of rage and despair when pushed too far, or when he thinks no one else is around to see those long-suppressed emotions bubble up to the surface. Clothes are more about comfort than fashion for Ein, the tamer preferring to wear dark shirts that are soft to the touch and can preferably last a while before they start fraying. Of those he owns, his favorite and the one you are most likely to spot him in is a black ribbed sweater with two thick, raised bands of purple fabric curling around the end of each sleeve. The hem comes just down past the top of his pale-colored pants, the sudden shift from black to white creating a clear contrast. But while he occasionally dons a plain black tee-shirt in the warmer months to fight the heat, you will never catch this young man in anything less than his full-length and loose-fitted pants regardless of how high the temperature outdoors soars thanks to a certain mark on one of his legs. While he's by no means ashamed of the various scars scattered across his torso and arms, just a glimpse of the particularly vivid one coiled around his right calf never fails to fill the tamer with guilt. Thick, raised, and ropy against the rest of his skin, he prefers to hide this wound from sight as much as he possibly can, with keeping it out of sight and out of mind the only sure way to fight back the lasting shame it dredges up. Another article you will be hard pressed to spot Ein without is the purple and red scarf almost constantly draped around his shoulders. As a gift from one of his brothers - while the bold broach holding it in pace was the other's doing - he treasures it more than anything else in his possession. Barring, of course, the records he attempts to extract from the new recruits, but those belong to the organization as a whole. There are more than a few bittersweet memories attached to the garment, but unlike his scar, he wears it fondly even now, keeping it mostly in good repair despite the frayed ends. Others frequently catch him running the soft fabric between his fingers absently while at rest or, perhaps, when nervous. His sneakers are similarly colored, with a black body bisected by a purple stripe running up the center of each and red bottoms. MEMBER NAME: Corvus AGE: Twenty-three OTHER CHARACTERS: Cecil Martel ROLEPLAY SAMPLE No. Trust me. You don't want to see that. D:

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