Wears tactically flexible dark leather garments that seem untouched by another's blade. They look worn but not excessively battle worn. also adorning a very dark purple cloak
Eyes that burn and sputter like a campfire that has been on for a while.
Body that's flexible and adaptable. long slender limbs and an average height. An inconspicuous look that is quickly made adaptable with the right disguise
skin the color of sulfur and brimstone from the earth's crust and medium length curly locks that barely get past the ears.
Attitude is aloof and self interested, but stands up for what's right when it counts.
My family was apart of a highborned community of creative artisans, we made some of the most fantastic works of arts for the nobles where I lived. My mother had already passed and I had no siblings to speak of, so when he was sent to prison for his alleged crimes, so I was left with no one to take care of me when I was a young teen.
I have a best friend from my time in highborne society, he was different from most of the people around this community. He felt for those around him and did not stick to the rules of nobility that most were meant to follow. We spent most of our time together as kids and then fell off when I had to leave and take care of myself. His name was Angel Darkwood. He was an elf with sandy blond hair, green eyes, and fair skin. He was confident, resolute, and did what felt right. Probably why I still do good where I can as well.
I miss my second family that I found in Angel's. His family raised him well, to be honest, and caring. A lot of the spread to me even though these were things never taught to me.
