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"As I draw up my
breath, and silver fills my eyes.
I kiss her still,
for she will never rise" |
"On my weak body, Lays her dying hand. Through those meadows of
Heaven,
where we ran."
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~HIS SECLUDED LIFE~
He
is a lone wanderer. He stands 6'1, 185 lbs. he has a stocky build, short dyed black hair,
and very short stubble upon his face. Born to unknown parents, knowing little
of his past.
He wanders in search of answers, and to observe the life of others in a neverending
story. He is a peaceful traveler, mostly keeping to himself.
When he speaks his voice is soft, seductive, but respectful. When you look into his
clear seductive green eyes, a feeling of peace and comfort falls upon you, as if you
already trust this stranger you do not even know. Raised in Glencoe Scotland, little
questions have been answered.
His age in the hundreds, perhaps thousands, with the look of someone in his mid
20's. His usual cloths include a plaid kilt with yellow pin stripes, a thick hardened
leather vest, and soft leather boots.
He seems to at times have a connection to most of the earths elements, and an
interest in darkened things, lustful thoughts and vampirism perhaps. Boring to most as he
sits and rarely is involved, shy at times when watched, only usually watching and
observing others himself when he is not noticed.
Do not take offense to his shy nature,
at times he may hide from you if viewed, perhaps even leaving as this shyness may
overwhelm him. It was how he was, but he
was not unapproachable, it just depended on how he was feeling that day,
or perhaps how he was approached.
He does "not" get involved with battle. |
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Like a thief in the night,
the wind blows so light, it wars with my tears, that won't dry for many years. |
Loves golden arrow at her should have fled, and not Deaths ebon dart, to strike her
dead.
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