Age: 19
Height: 5' 6"
Eyes: Amber  Hair: Reddish Brown
Build: thin/limber with slight flared hips.

The young man you see stands with a forced air of pride. He is quick to presume and expect more than he has right to thanks to years of being spoiled. Raised for greatness as the third son of his house, he searches for a valient knight to take him in as a squire.

Still, even as a squire, he would expect little work on his part. As a squire or team mate,  he would rather spectate than get his hands dirty. He drops his family name and status regularly without accepting how little his titles and lineage mean so far from home.

-Appearance-
Youthful and cocky, the youth's round and delicate face is stuck in a sarcastic smirk. His amber eyes are usually halflidded as he regards others with bemusement or mild irritation. He enjoys wearing billowy silks that show his status and wealth but travels with more practical clothing.

In combat, he usually wear the old plate armor of his family, a strangely crafted armor set that hugs the sides a bit too tightly. The armor was of elven make and specifically intended for a woman but ignorance and the passing of time has made this sort of armor the signature design of the Stagborn house.

-More Closer/Private Details-
-Drance wears a silver ring on his left ring finger that seems to imply he's married.
-He has very little to work with, more so in comparison to some of the folk in Sinfar. He often has himself groomed, leaving his dainty manhood bare, smooth and perfumed.

The idea that he may be considered effeminate with his regular manipedis, waxings and overall feminine appearance is lost to him as he waves any criticisms as coming from unwashed savages.

Lights
REDS
No scat/extreme torture, gore or vore/server rules.

GREENS/Whites
Most every thing else. Beasts, Monsters, Strong females/males. Authority figures. Character geared towards femme or abusive rp. Being given a good slap (He deserves it.)

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