Peasant Costume Male นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He felt positive and his brain felt far more active than before. “ So I am all set to go”, he stood up and strapped his makhaira. He was dressed in the guise of an old man with white long hair and a white beard with a hunchback. Selene insisted on adding a layer of clothes underneath his long flowing chiton to make him appear fat and heavy. He draped a red himation which hid his short makhaira and he held an old man’s stick of burden. His name would be Perseus, though he looked nothing like the old Greek legendary hero, except the fact that both of them were in the guise to kill their enemy.

I went with silver and purple shades and instead of a royal cloak, I chose more of a traditional costume. It was a half-pleated cashmere kilt wound around the lower half of the body with a pleated section drawn to the front. The material was soft and flowed against my skin. For my shoulders and arms, I chose white fur. While a broad silver belt with our pack’s symbol engraved on it was to hold my costume together. The chest was to remain bare except for a large silver amulet. For my feet, I chose a pair of silver ankle-length sandals. My hair were perfectly braided with silver and purple ribbons to complete the look.

And after giving him a once over, it was easy to see that his accent wasn't the only thing that was strange. His clothes, although extremely expensive and posh looking, were unlike any I had seen around these parts...or any. Rather than the usual heavy velvets and decadent silks, the stranger's clothes were obviously meant for a much warmer climate. His bright orange tunic and gray overcoat were both made of linen, the edges of it lined with gold stitched paisleys and ornamental symbols to match a fully decorated vest peeking out were complemented with pants made from a shiny material that I couldn't place and boots that had laces going up the front almost reaching his knees. I'd say he look

Letitia kept her hand on the door handle and turned her back on Samuel while he was changing his clothes. Samuel said, "This was an everyday outfit in the Renaissance period, so of course I needed to do it myself." Letitia nodded, feeling that her knowledge had increased. Samuel straightened the folds on the dress. The classical Renaissance costume was a pain to wear, but when worn well, the layers and sleeves flowed, giving it a sense of aristocratic style. Letitia saw the trouble he was making and went around to help him straighten his hair. Although it was a wig, it looked just like real hair, long enough to reach his waist but not too feminine, a bit like a chivalrous swordsman.

“You look quite dashing yourself.” Alec was dressed as Prince Charming. It was the only costume that Morana brought for him that didn't involve tights. Although the breeches or pantaloons or whatever the hell they were called back then are pretty darn tight. But he liked the costume because of the blue and gold ornate coat and the white ruffly thing at the neck. He swept his dark hair to the side, laying it down neatly and I have to admit, the outfit just kind of fits him, personality-wise.

He was smaller than I expected. Taller than myself, than most non-monster classed folks, but no troll or orc in terms of stature. Not some mammoth of building musculature or height. He was built, could see it in the thickness of his thighs but less so in an augmented or gym rat way. More in the way of how a farmhand is or an old-timey strongman—compact and dense, not clean and cut. The Midnight Cowboy was dressed like an extra off of a Hollywood western, like the rival that came during sundown to shoot the hero. All creased dark leather and long dusters. The only spot of color on him was the faded crimson of a bandana around his throat.

"You?" "Same." The young man answered. Upon closer view, Minos could see by the brown tunic over his tanned skin, the coal smudges on his face, and the coif covering his dark, sun-bleached hair that he's a peasant. A miner perhaps? He thought. He also caught a glimpse of a small dagger protruding from the young man's side, a weapon typical for protection. "Why aren't you riding your horses?" The young boy sitting on the back of the wagon asked.

It escaped being a maid's gown and looked more like the one's peasant. The dress was horrendous. Brown with a simple, loose-fitting bodice with a high neckline and long, full sleeves. It was made of wool. Damien had felt the texture when he gripped her. The skirt was Ankle-length and gathered at the waist, providing freedom for running. Yet, she hadn't done much running earlier. He was glad she hadn't used a coif or a kerchief. That would make her look very common, like the peasants he often saw walking by the walls of the packhouse.

He placed a hand on the hilt of his sword and was about to draw it out, when one of the armed men stepped forward and stopped him with a threatening voice. "Pull out the sword and you lose the arm," said the man threateningly at Enzir. He brandished his sword and poised it over Enzir’s arm. The man wore brown peasant clothes like the others, but they did not appear to be those worn in Alnoc. Their clothes were much too rough and plain-looking unlike the patterned and sometimes elaborate weaves worn by peasants in Alnoc.

Next, if you look at his clothes closely it was, dirty, has small tears and many stains. Peasant. The lowest place in the hierarchy. The bottom among bottoms of society. For a peasant like him, I cannot be deny that he is quite handsome. Aside from his rugged clothes, he looks more handsome than some nobles. In this world, poor people are called peasants, commoners are the average. The same concept of earth in terms of economic status. Peasants can easily be distinguished from commoners because of their clothes and speech. He suddenly looked at me, maybe feeling that someone was staring at him. He caught me looking at his face, but I didn't look away. I continued staring at him especially w