Description
Mr. Arnell is a man of average height. His build is not overly muscular, however, he is not over-weight either. The unruly hair on his head is of a lighter brown hue. It's cut short combed to the side. Quick and easy. Reymund observes every situation with a pair of green eyes. His gaze may come across as unsettling at times, for it is a rather acute one. More often than not, Mr. Arnell will be clad in clothing of a finer make. On more casual occasions, he might don an untucked button-down shirt, jeans, a brown belt, and a pair of brown, leather shoes. For other occasions, he might dawn a pair of khakis, a grey suit jacket, and a tie. On occasions warranting such finery, a blue suit, complete with a vest and tie, could be seen.
Reymund carries himself with an air of dignity. Not the sort of dignity seen in a pompous king, but the sort of dignity seen in a man who has earned his way in life. Loyalty permeates his life. He would sooner jump of a cliff into a river of piranhas than betray a friend. It should also be mentioned, our dear Mr. Arnell is abnormally attracted to danger and adventure. He gravitates towards potentially perilous situations.
Wit and cunning are Mr. Arnell's two best abilities. He thinks himself out of situations, so to speak. Really, he isn't given much choice, being a rather lousy fighter. Furthermore, a successful life have lent to him assets and contacts many might not have.
Reymund Arnell was born to a middle-class family in a middle-class town. They weren't rich, but they had enough to send him to a good school. During those days, he proved himself an apt student, and reliable friend, almost too reliable. He would one day grow up to be a successful businessman, gaining much. However, soem of his gains were not through the most honorable means. Such is the danger of intelligence.