Name: Dirgah
Which one: 1
outfit:
Dirgah changes into different outfits quite often, as much as you would expect anyone too... even sometimes more, when he gets dirty. But some things always stay consistent when it comes to his clothes. First- gloves and boots. Rule number one in his profession, always keep hands and feet covered. Plus, if you’re likely to be out in the cold, it’s simply a good idea to keep them hidden away snugly in the warm confines of the fur-inlayed and shadowy colored hide covers. Next, his belt- made of the same, strangely durable material that seems shadowy most often, with a color that isn’t quite understandable. Maybe it is more fair to say his belts, though. He has four of them- one for his right arm, one on his left leg, one worn as a normal belt, and the final across his shoulders and back in a similar manner to a sash. Each of these is tightly strapped on, and many have packets and pouches with contents unknown. On the one across his back lays a quiver filled with sleek, dark arrows, and though the tips cannot be seen there’s no doubt they are deadly. The bow is somehow compressed to fit onto a wrist holster. On the other belts are some sheathes that no doubt hold beautifully deadly daggers.
Yet those are only the details of what he wears, the constants that never change colors, never leaves without.
His general attire consists of a dark turtleneck and tight dark pants- nearly leather leggings with how they hug his body. These vary in colors somewhat, but they are never bright. While some might think it’s a fashion statement, he would simply smirk at them before breaking into quiet laughter. Then, he would explain quietly, that “it’s into practical for my job. My skin must be covered, for protection of course. And as for dark... well. It’s not easy to sneak around in bright colors.”
And if someone were to ask about his ever-present dark beanie, he would blush furiously and run away, for as confident as he might be when he deals with dangerous beasts, magical and non, he cannot hide his embarrassment about being completely and utterly bald. So the beanie, like his belts, never leaves him.
