An unimposing, somber young man. Gaze distant, stance guarded, his experiences begged for a calling far beyond his years. It was by mere chance that he was thrust unto a land that now served as his refuge.

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Basic Info:

Sex - Male
Race - Appears mostly elven
Age - 18
Build - Lithe
Height - 165 cm / 5?5?
Skin - Fair
Hair - Rosy red; moderately short, unkempt
Eyes - Light Amber
Orientation - ???

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Detailed Physicals:

Perhaps the one thing that would catch the most attention would be the sweeping layers of muted crimson. While not as intense as their fierier counterparts, the pop in color was enough to provide just enough contrast to distinguish itself darkly hued garments. It was typically fashioned in such a way that required very little effort on his end, relatively messy but bizarrely elegant.

Beneath that mess of hair, and perhaps under those splotches of dirt that may mar it from time to time, he possessed a particularly attractive face. One that, despite some of his softer feminine features, still bore that nuanced masculine adolescent appeal that lent itself to make him a decidedly beautiful young man. Eyes akin to the first morning rays seemed to amplify that soul-searching gaze.

He was of a nimble frame, muscles conditioned towards fleeting movements and precision. Catching a glimpse of his form beneath the likely tattered scraps he called clothes would reveal his pale flesh stretched taut over faint definitions. That aside, a more telling feature were the ?patches? of crimson that lined his torso; dotting about the length of his arms in a gentle spiral. Closer inspection would liken these patches to be of immaculately cut rubies; seemingly fused to his flesh as opposed to resembling some fanciful decoration. Despite the bizarre nature of these variously sized gemstones, they appear to be placed in such a way that accentuated the subtly defined striations that ran over his body.

His clothes were typically of the weathered sort. Favoring function more than anything, and darker colors even more so, he would most likely keep the evidence of his true nature tightly under wraps. What would seem to be a constant between any manners of dress would appear to be a small silver chain with a with a tear-shaped ruby fastened upon the end. The delicate-looking piece appeared to be snugly wrapped about his left wrist.

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Other Details

Unused to both his newfound freedom and the workings of a society much different from his own, it was not surprising that he possessed a wary outlook to his surroundings.

He often spoke with muted expressions. Words carried by an oddly gentle voice, with smooth, rich notes present in its timbre.  







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