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Message: <blockquote data-quote="JasperDm" data-source="post: 2563468">*the pale, smudged humanoid looks over the "abyssal" and sighs*"Two planestouched stuck in some place where we are hated for our heritage by raw instinct..."*he turns his head and watches the woman enter, a kind of bright antithesis to himself, both eye-catching, but where he is pale, she is radiant, where he is dirt-smudged, she is shining, where he is marked by the dead in his blood, her aura is marked by the celestial*"...and the mortif and the tiefling get a aasimar to rub it in.  Great Serenity, this day is getting worse by the moment."*as his food and drink hits the table, he begins to eat quietly, rueing that while the unpopular blood in his veins may very well get him attacked for nothing here, the aasimar will probably find a man in her bed, and accolades and free gifts thrown to her feet*</blockquote>