November Ravensong
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November Ravensong
Planar Mercenary Statuesque. Tall-standing, and with long, supple, limbs that seemed pale enough that they might have themselves been cut from marble, it seemed the most appropriate term for him; Even the features of his face, the sharp cheekbones, the aquiline nose, and the seemingly sightless eyes that were set in skin that was cool to the touch and spared a single wrinkle, all came together to produce a man that was both beautiful, and at the same time - 'wrong' in some manner, that one could never quite put their finger on. Well, that is, unless he abandoned cloak and hood - in which case the spiralled horns rolling back along the sides of his head, and the pitch black wings, that matched his dark locks, made more immediately clear that he called none of the mortal races kin. |
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| Player: | SymbolScytheSymbol |
| Gender (Visually): | Male |
| Race (Visually): | Human |