Shoulder-length, snow white hair clumsily hangs over a bony, radiant face. Hollow blue eyes, set lightly within their sockets, watch energetically over the deserts they've been isolated from for so long. A moustache and full beard compliment his nose and leaves a pleasant memory of his luck.
Fallen debris left a mark stretching from the bottom of the right cheekbone, running towards the left side of his lips, and ending on his chin leaves a tormenting memory of departed loved ones.
This is the face of Cathirix, a true warden among Giantborn. He stands elegantly among others, despite his broad frame.
There's something incomprehensible about him, perhaps it's a feeling of regret or perhaps it's simply his personality. But nonetheless, people tend to take pride in knowing him, while awkwardly avoid talking about his past.