~ Kelos ~

Race: Drow
Height: 5'9"
Build: Well toned, but a bit thin
Eyes: A dark garnet red
Hair: White, brushed back behind his ears
Age: 371, but maintains his elven youth
Scent: Leather and whiskey

He is generally equipped in well-worn,  light leather armor dyed black and deep brown.  His gear is tightly strapped down, creating no sound even at a sprint.  He has a short, curved blades sheathed at each hip - his hands tend to rest on the pommel of those swords.  The only other equipment of note is a fairly ugly tarnished metal amulet, it's initial shape worn beyond recognition.

You won't notice him if he doesn't want to be noticed as he posses an supernatural affinity with the shadows.  When he doesn't care to hide his most noticible feature is his nearly constant manic grin - the kind of grin that says he wants to kill you, eat you, and/or fuck you.  He has a tendancy to mutter to some unseen entity, occassionaly bursting into laughter or intense cursing.

A scout by trade, and a drow to boot, he doesn't excel at chatting or making friends.  However, he is prone to heavy drinking, often sipping from a pocket flask throughout the day to keep a pleasant buzz going.  Get him drunk enough and he will talk for hours.

Greens: Strong women, good RP, continued interaction, being used (very tell friendly).

Yellow: Traditional romance.

Reds: Men, shemales, anything against server rules.