[UPDATED]: 4/19/2015

[Name] Soren Aldavaul
[Race] Half-Elven upon close inspection.
[Gender] Male.
[Age] General Adulthood.
[Height] 5 Feet 8 Inches.
[Weight] Approximately 160 pounds.
[Skin Color] A slight tan.
[Occupation] Navigator for a crew.
[Sexual Preference] Straight.
[Marital Status] Married to Serena Alicia Aldavaul

Soren was a rather interesting sort. He had not traveled here alone, nor had he actually come from a pure heritage. Often coined 'Mudblood' by his closest friend and guardian, he was a Half-Elf. A sultry mixed cultures in which he chose to avoid to move to the areas of Sinfar. Instead of choosing one culture, he chose the alternative of freedom. Constantly seen observing nature, or even hunting in it, Soren was a man whom held a slightly more lithe build to himself. Constantly having a leaf or two in his hair, he shifted with what seemed almost like an apprehensive step, as if each step may have held a stick he were to snap if he placed his foot on it. His voice was usually quiet, after years of silence in the forests which he only recently left.

Soren's hair seemed to be a sheen of black in most lights, and as bright light washed over it, hints of red could be seen. It was usually cropped in a way to keep around his face and obscure a few of his features if he wished. It usually didn't agree with being settled down for too long, so rebellious spikes and strands remained as he walked. The hair itself was rather thick and soft by nature, almost feminine, causing most people who ran their hands through it a small amount of surprise.

At first glance, the ruby red gems seemed to be mesmerizing. Constantly moving, observing, finding something that moved or was displaced. Upon seeing a new area they seemed to dilate to soak everything in. If there was a person whom had gazed into his eyes longer for just a moment, these sphere were indeed extremely inviting, as if a slight window to ecstasy, causing lingering glances that never held longer than he want, leaving the people who he broke stares with in a slight daze. The very few people who have met Soren however, say that these eyes are most likely his best feature.

Slim was the best word used to describe this man's face. His cheekbones weren't too accentuated, his nose sat rather small on his face, and his lips were thin at the top, and slightly larger on the bottom. His mouth itself seemed rather small, and his chin didn't do anything to help the size, as this mandible didn't stick out too much, though it also served to that he was in fact masculine, despite the female upper halves of his face.

His neck seemed to be rather thin, though not as to say it wasn't frail. It contained a decent amount of muscle and enough to contrast on the outwardly lithe figure. He was by no means frail, but he did seem thin.

Agile. He didn't seem to frail, but he seemed quick. His overall torso was well-toned with living most of his life in physical movement, constantly hunting for himself in forests, axe-work, bow-work, everything to survive. His muscles seemed to hold equal weight, tone, and size, signifying ambidexterity with a handheld weapon as a primary fighting device, and his shoulders were not so set in a large warrior's way, thus allowing him to fit through tighter spots and shift slightly quicker with concise swings, as opposed to the muscular swinging arms of the pit fighters. His nipples were also a cute pink, a perfect size to suckle and toy with. In addition, his body, however, was not devoid of scars. He had a few from bad encounters in the past, the most prominent of them being a tri-claw slash across the right side of his rib cage, followed by a single slash from his right shoulder to left hip. A piercing would also hovered on the front of his body, on his left hip. A rather gnarled wound at that, a careful reminder of something painful in his past. Below the belt, however, held the normal male bits. Aside from his cock, his legs seemed to be the most developed part of his body, toned and shaped to the brim from years and years of movement and running, each glance showing how much he moved with those two valuable extensions.

Post the union of his wife, Soren now adorns a slight more bit of jewelry. On his right hand's ring finger, he bore a ring which curled vines across the top, a small ornament that held a large bout of sentimental meaning to it. On his left hand's ring finger, he bore a singular golden wedding band, with an etching and display of a constant bond and union, denoting his marital status without shame.

==OOC==

Reds: Anything against server rules.

ERP-specific lights won't be listed as this character is in a monogamous relationship and I'm not looking to ERP with anyone else outside of that relation whilst on this character.

.. Though he's always on the lookout for pussy. :^)

(Player is immensely tell friendly, and if you wish to meet this character, you can either send me a tell to set something up, or just simply approach him In-Character. I will not object to most RP.)