My Red Sun
My Red Sun (a.k.a. мое красное солнце)
My Red Sun is a powerful and vibrant figure, radiating the unrelenting energy and intensity of the noonday sun. His commanding presence is undeniable, his sheer vitality seeming to fill the space around him with warmth and vigor. He appears as a middle-aged man with a weathered yet striking appearance, the kind of rugged handsomeness born of countless adventures and battles. His thick, fiery red hair falls in unruly waves to his shoulders, and his beard is a magnificent cascade of crimson, intricately braided with gold bands and sunburst charms.
His bright, sun-kissed skin bears the marks of a life well-lived, with faint scars and lines around his mouth and eyes that speak of laughter as much as conflict. His piercing, amber-hued eyes gleam with mirth, but they also hold a dangerous intensity that warns against crossing him. His voice is deep and booming, carrying easily over the din of any gathering, and his hearty laughter is infectious, evoking the warm camaraderie of a shared feast at high noon.
My Red Sun wears leather armor dyed the deep, burning red of a setting sun. The armor is adorned with gold stitching and embossed with symbols of flames and solar motifs, catching the light and adding a fiery brilliance to his appearance. Over his shoulders, he wears a short cape of crimson and orange, reminiscent of a blazing sunset. A heavy belt holds his weapons—an ornate longsword with a hilt shaped like a sunburst, and a horn that, when blown, summons the sound of a roaring wildfire.
His mount is a massive, chestnut warhorse with a flowing mane and tail of red-gold. The horse's hooves strike the ground with a resounding crack, leaving trails of shimmering heat waves in its wake. Its eyes burn with a fiery intelligence, mirroring the energy of its rider. Together, they embody the unstoppable power and burning intensity of the sun at its zenith.
Despite his imposing appearance, My Red Sun is jovial and boisterous, always ready with a hearty slap on the back and a booming laugh. He delights in tales, feasts, and contests of strength, and his enthusiasm is infectious. He often offers boons of courage, strength, or clarity, his blessings carrying the vigor of the sun itself. However, his temperament matches the heat of the noonday sun—he is quick to anger and can become a fiery tempest when crossed. His wrath is as swift and unrelenting as a wildfire, and his radiant light becomes blinding and searing when his temper is ignited.
As one of Baba Yaga's heralds, My Red Sun's arrival signals the height of her influence, the peak of her return’s power. He rides with the noonday sun, blazing a trail of warmth, passion, and fervor, yet always with the looming edge of destruction for those who defy the will of the Crone. His presence is both a promise and a warning, as radiant and volatile as the sun itself.
He was encountered by the party as they traveled in the Heathmoors in Llywelyn, where he was approached by Myohn. Myohn offered him mushrooms to eat, which he was very pleased with, and in return offered Myohn utility dagger with a well-worn bone hilt.
He is suspected to be one of the horseman figures that Tertius received from Boora Coven and buried at noon.
Species
Children
Pronouns
He/Him
Gender
Male
Presentation
Masculine
Eyes
Hazel
Hair
Red
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Weathered white
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