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Message: <blockquote data-quote="wings" data-source="post: 571882" data-attributes="member: 9628">Red-eyed elf, ready to go.The young elf's expectations of the city had been rather squashed. He had come looking for possible employment, or just any excitement in general, but found nothing but back stabbing merchants that would slit their own mother throats for a silver. Even if they didn't feel like killing off their lineage, they could just offer a copper to the next guy to do it for him...Well, either its that bad, or the curly haired elf just had a bad day. Considering his picturesque pout, one can assume the second.Numerous tiny spirals of well kept black hair spill about the very beginnings of his shoulders. The dark color frames his face and falls about his eyes. Deep luscious red, like the color of a dark, wet, rose wreathes his pupil. The Irises are vivid and liquid, usually either sharply taking in surroundings or floating off into some half-realized day-dream. His face is lean and "cute", hair and eyes lending to its shape very well. The long pointed ears of Elven legend poke out through the curls.He wears a simple dusty brown coat, the torso buckled and the lower parts left open for mobility. His back sports a shortbow unstrung and wrapped tightly with a quiver of arrows. A long-handled rapier hangs from a belt outside the coat. He wears tight leggings of a charcoal-blue color that fit tightly to his form, and black leather hard-soled boots, scuffed and rising up his calves with several buckles. His hands are wrapped in a light black material instead of actually shaped into gloves, for mobility of the fingers.He sighs and goes back outside, holding out his arm, a seemingly idiotic movement. He waits there, with arm outstretched for a few seconds before a large bird drops out of the sky. A hawk, of a dusky brown color, could be mistaken for black, and a smaller example of its kind, with only about a five foot wingspan. But, still a chore for the diminished elf. He brings the bird in and hope no one says to much against it. He notices they take it with their un-prejudiced apathy, and he whews.Where is that Victus, anyhow?spot: 12listen: 23pretty good bonuses in just that I'm an elf with a familiar at my side. </blockquote>

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