It was a boring day to the elf, having to deal with tedious things such
as being a suitor, studying things he had little to care for. Things like
history of the royalty, diplomacy between the elves, things that shouldn't
be studied any more. The Serin realm was vast, and sticking with his kin
wasn't the thing to do. He left, on a bright day. He was always enamored
with the art of making illusions, so it was easy to sneak past the guards.
Make them see something more interesting, as well as making his appearance a
little harder to focus on. He walked right out, enjoying the freedom of the
open road. He had no idea why, but a tickle of the wind brought a smile to
his lips.
Description:
Standing before you is a rather tall, plain looking male. He doesn't
seem to have any of the unearthly looks of an elf. His hair is a dark,
muddy brown that went down to his mid back. His ears were rather long for
an elf as they jutted out a good six inches from the side of his head. His
skin wasn't a rich cream but rather a very soft, almost indistinguishable
lavender. His face held a soft smile, as if he knew something those around
him didn't. His nose was soft and rounded, his cheek bones however were
sharp and rather angular. His hands were marked with several odd scars, as
if some sort of accident took place.
