Novel & Cerita Characters With Scars On Their Face

Feeling the warmth of her uncle who wore a thick beard and large scar on the left side of his face, his eyes soften and he stoke her back. “There, there my love. There, there. I’m here.” His voice sounds rough and gritty. His eyebrow has slashes with blood splattered on certain area. His clothes were shredded and claw marks covers his arm. Soon after, a few more survivor step out from their hiding place and Eve gave a sigh of relief. She wasn’t alone after all.

“Gloc, I’m just going to my house for a bit, need to make sure all my papers are in order. I’m going to take my break a little earlier. If you need me, I’ll be back in a few minutes. Alright?” The fisherman, Gloc, just nodded. His eyes on out towards the sea. Gloc had a huge scar on his face, one that runs along his eyes down to his chin. It sorts of reminds me of Yohan’s forehead scar. The only difference is that Gloc’s scar ran along his left eye, blinding it permanently. It was completely white. He notices me staring and looks down at me. Flinching, I attempt to look away, but he already saw me staring. He grins, and I see a sliver of golden teeth, “I got it in a dog fight.”

She soon raised her hand slowly to take off the hood off her head. Cara was startled and backed away by what she saw. She backed away and strived to catch her breath. She had just seen the face of Alice disfigured with scars. They seemed to be old but deep and was the lengthy type. There were two scars that was made by claws right on one side of her cheek and three on the other side. Cara whose back was bent, resting her hands on her knees turned her head to sight Stefan. Stefan stared at Alice while Alice stared back at him.

“Look around, Tessa. See those faces? Each one here carries the scars of battles fought without mercy. These are the warriors who do not back down.” Tessa’s eyes darted nervously across the room, landing on face after face that looked like they were sculpted out of damnation itself. One man had a scar running from his eyebrow to his jaw, like someone had tried to slice him open. Another had a nose so crooked it looked like it had argued with a fist and lost—multiple times. And yet, they were all staring back at her like she was dessert at a banquet for beasts. “Each one here carries the scars of battles…” Pedro’s voice echoed in her mind.

Billy growls. He stands towering over the men across from us. One of them frowns and looks at me with sympathetic eyes. A large shiny scar sits on his left cheek, similar to mine, though he has one instead of three. I can see in his demeanor that he doesn’t want to be here just as much as I don’t want them here.

She careless whether he adopted or raised her. They're not close and that's the fact, Only people who're close to her can call her the way they pleased and no one else but one person, her closest ally. Her best buddy and her best friend, Raymond. The man signed with the scowl still present on his face. He lifted his hand and touched it around the huge scar on his face which started zygoma narrowing escaping the optical nerve of his eyes down to his jaw giving his face an ugly mark.

He wasn't wearing a mask today, so Aurora could clearly see his true face. His face is proportionate and handsome, with a high nose and long narrow eyes, thin lips. In general, his appearance is quite attractive, but the long scar on his face has ruined his beauty. The scarlet scar extends from the forehead to the nose. This makes him scary and cruel. Finn and Fahasa were young, so they both panicked and didn't dare look at Nolan. Nolan was staring at Phelan with provocative eyes. He was like the owner of the house and Phelan was just a visitor.

With a resolve that was as unwavering as the scar on my face, I made a split-second decision that would alter the course of the battle. The fabric of my shirt slid off my shoulders, revealing the scars that crisscrossed my body a visual testament to the trials I had faced, the battles I had fought, and the strength that had been forged in the crucible of adversity. The arena was now privy to a raw vulnerability, a glimpse into the past that had shaped me into the person I was today.

I glanced at Marcus who stepped out, the scar on his face menacing as he faced the man. "You.. Care to say that again?!"

I reached for it with trembling hands; it was so bad that Keres had to help me hold it. "It's alright, my sweet, take your time," Keres consoled sweetly. I smiled at his kindness, then proceeded to look into the mirror. I gasped at the horrific sight. Three large scars dominated my face: one going from my eye towards my nose, one on my upper lip, and a big one from my cheekbone to my jaw. The scar on my lips was perfectly in the middle, as though a knife had cut me; it must have been when her ring’s claw hooked into my skin... I stopped my thoughts, not wanting to visualise Amer's ruthless strikes to my face. I was so overwhelmed, that I did not realise the water flowing down my cheek. Only