His name, derived from the old words for “Sword of the Earth”, reflected his countenance: with chocolate-brown hair, eyes of a similar shade, and a deeply tanned complexion, his visage could be faithfully duplicated in clay without the use of paint. On occasion, whispers that he was Ruccashen, Earthborn, floated through the village, yet his parents would quash the rumors within a Sunturn. Still, the mutterings remained, and skeptics pointed to the typical blond Taircan hair of his parents as proof.
Doubtless, Cigen knew of the rumors hovering about the circumstances of his birth, and he seemed not to care. The hair which was of central importance to the rumors sat in two permanent peaks sweeping from atop his head to across his ears hid a large percentage of his eyes, and therefore his expression, from the public. His mouth remained in an ever-thoughtful straight line, and he always appeared to be plotting something.
His height was unremarkable: in a crowd of Tairca he would blend smoothly with the rest. Compared to Nasdria, of course, he was at least a head taller, but that was to be expected. The rest of him was unremarkable as well: neither fat nor thin, possessing a healthy, but not overwhelming amount of muscle; he was not one to turn heads.
It was only when one could view his eyes in full sunlight that it was obvious he was a unique Taircan. On the rare occasion that his hair was not obstructing, and the rays of the noon sun struck his pumpernickel-bread eyes, they changed; glowing with an aura of their own, a gleam of burnished copper. Ruccashen, whispered the few that had witnessed the glow, Cigen atya Rucca.
