SUNJATA
i'm the lights out, i'm the guard down
the bated breath you take, you take and hold
the bated breath you take, you take and hold
He isn’t at all paying attention when the woman steps through the Atheneum with her nose in a book. He simply continues to scribble his notes, trying to alleviate his anxiety, when she bumps into the table and he writes a line right through the rest of the page. His gaze lifts immediately, steel scanning her to make sure she’s okay at first, to find the book clutched tight to her chest, before it settles on her face.
“That’s alright. Are you okay?” He asks, the deep rumble of his voice thickly accented, trying to pinpoint where she’s from. For the most part he knows everyone in the Grounds, the perks of being friends with the Ascended as well as the Grounds ruler. But he draws back a bit, setting the pen down, regarding her and awaiting an answer, the lightning scarred hand flexing as he withdraws it.
The rest of him, though, suntanned and freckled, a scar that’s gnarled and drags up from the corner of his lip up his cheek, neck dotted and littered with hundreds of silvery Ascended bite scars at this point, compass tattoos on the sides of his neck, dipping away under his shirt, and one arm fully tattooed to his wrist in a wavelike pattern. But the rest of him remains calm, attentive, curious to make sure she hasn’t hurt herself first and foremost.
“That’s alright. Are you okay?” He asks, the deep rumble of his voice thickly accented, trying to pinpoint where she’s from. For the most part he knows everyone in the Grounds, the perks of being friends with the Ascended as well as the Grounds ruler. But he draws back a bit, setting the pen down, regarding her and awaiting an answer, the lightning scarred hand flexing as he withdraws it.
The rest of him, though, suntanned and freckled, a scar that’s gnarled and drags up from the corner of his lip up his cheek, neck dotted and littered with hundreds of silvery Ascended bite scars at this point, compass tattoos on the sides of his neck, dipping away under his shirt, and one arm fully tattooed to his wrist in a wavelike pattern. But the rest of him remains calm, attentive, curious to make sure she hasn’t hurt herself first and foremost.
i'm the shade of doubt, i'm the mask and shroud
i'm the burning out, i'm the lie you tell, the lie you tell yourself
i'm the burning out, i'm the lie you tell, the lie you tell yourself
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
