“Any news?”
Arthur Helsing walked through the corridors of Citadel. A fine-looking gentleman who also has the air of both authority and aristocracy about him. He has long gray hair that is combed neatly to the back of his head. A single set of strands are allowed to fall from the mold. Lying right beside his abysmal black eyes. There is a depth of seriousness that could be noticed from these seeming gems. As if they have seen a lot of the world’s secrets.
Arthur has a defined jawline and his body, although hidden by his armor, is well maintained. Ripped and honed to perfection for the sole purpose of hunting down vampires. This feat being accomplished through his weapon, the crucifix.
This weapon is almost the same height as Arthur. A greatsword sheathed behind his broad back.
