My flesh was dull gold... and my blood, rotted
Blaidd is a strong, quiet type. He takes his job with an utmost serious manner and doesn't let himself get distracted when crafting dreams. His dreamscape is a dark dungeon, nearly blackened by shadow, with an eerie echo and welcomes anyone into it who wishes to visit.
Though he's intimidating on sight and very tall, Blaidd enjoys speaking with others. He has two volumes of voice - a sort of thundurous, ominous tone... or something softer and calm - and knows when to use the latter to make friends.
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