Nobility in Rags
A figure stood on a rooftop like the figurehead of a ship. A foot rested on the peak of the roof clad in what barely resembled a shoe. Tatters streamed from behind him like flags that had seen many battles. The butt of a Rumpled Vicar rested on the roof next to his foot, it's barrel gleaming in the late afternoon sun. The same sun shone on the figure's blond hair causing it to shine like golden fire. His sweat made his skin gleam like polished bronze. His blue eyes pierced the space before him with an intensity that rivaled lasers. The arms that emerged from tattered sleeves could have belonged to Michelangelo's David. His fist clenched the barrel of the gun as if it was a spear or a scepter. This man on the roof seemed to personify the fighting spirit of Aethasia.
@Lightscape_Ironwalker
Post script:
Whenever the afore mentioned is portrayed, he must be done so as majestically muscular or you must sign the picture with "I am a coward".
