Jonathan Henri
| Origin Of the sands of the Kaikias, grown in Altalusia |
Appearance
| Hair rich as fertile earth |
Tall and broad as an old growth, Jona looks like a soul who is no stranger to burden. Still, his dark brown eyes oft carry a somber hope, and a wistful smile is never too far from his lips. With skin of dark sienna, he stands strong backed and proud shouldered, supple with a soft roundness to the mass of his physique. Wide and calloused palms, with thick fingers so used to wielding pick against stone, and putting shovel to dirt, spread out from limbs that hang from full shoulders like thick boughs. All rooted atop legs as sturdy as tree trunks.
Clean shaven, when he can find the time to do so. His hair is kept close to the scalp. He wears his mining uniform with some pride, caring for it as best he can. So teaches the Caretaker. That which is cared for, gives cares in return. A bright red scarf about the neck adds a bit of color to the standard cotton and leathers. Cap on. Best to be safe.
Personality
Steady - Sure - Determined - Weary - Afraid
Skills
Rock Breaker - Makes for a strong back.
Sure Striker - Pick never misses its mark.
Caretaker - Good boots go a long way.