human with some of the unworldly qualities of an elf or faerie. He is far from willowy, though, instead broad-shouldered and well-muscled. He is much stronger and faster than he looks, not to mention two hundred years older. He has black, curled hair reaching down to his shoulders. It tends to move lightly even when there is no breeze. His eyes are brown. His skin looks perpetually tanned. His ears are pointy.
He tends to dress in a light cloak, leggings and embroidered shirt, with a torc and matching armlet in antique style. He is generally either bare-headed or wearing a simple braided circlet.
cat he sees.
In his spare time, Mellown composes songs and occasionally paints, in bright colours, scenes that are not of any known world. ([something like this, perhaps]) He dislikes great heights and snakes. Although he seldom drinks, it is suspected that he uses recreational drugs.
Mellown and his wedding party came under Suitov Iceheart's command after the latter broke a curse that had been laid on them by Mellown's (by then ex-)wife. These events are narrated by Weft [in this post].
horses [of generic size, not Shaded], and around thirty hunting hounds, all similarly immortal. The hounds share accommodation with the army's war dogs. The horses do not share with other horses.
Of the two horses without riders (the men died before entering Suitov's employ), the stallion is... not friendly... while the mare is occasionally ridden by Suitov or messengers.
Oh yes, and the horses are a little bit completely carnivorous.