...A smile would seem to beam out at you as you peer at this young man before you, dark brown short locks cascading about his head and face. Bright white teeth, pearlescent blue eyes and a unquenchable humor to his very being.

Flamboyant, and colorful in spirit, but in cloth he is rather mundane. Wearing little to no jewelry, but never without his trusty Lute-always strapped to his back.

Below his benign clothing lay's very smooth, taut muscle. Fair, light colored skin and lacking any such scar's from battle, like most.

Having only lived through twenty-four winter's, the young man seems quite innocent. Even for that wickedly mischievious glint in his eye that flashs now and then.




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