Entree: Chris Culy

Character Name: Alorrin

Items Worn:

-Dark green tunic
-Dark green leggings
-Worn leather boots
-Dark brown hooded cloak
-Silver dragon cloak clasp
-Black leather belt

Items worn/held:

-Sword

He was a lonely man, of average height with long dark hair like the warrior-kings of old. Deep gray eyes the color of stormy ocean waves spoke of ancient wisdom and the untold sorrows of ages past. He wore a dark green tunic with matching leggings, and worn leather boots up to the middle of his calves. Encompassing it all was a hooded cloak, colored as fertile soil, ragged along the bottom edge and held together in the front by a silver clasp fashioned in the form of a dragon. Layered over his apparel and skin was the layered dust of the travels of many years. Attached to his black leather belt was a sheathed broadsword, the handle made of navy blue leather stained by the sweat of battle-scarred hands; the pommel was made of the same dark silver steel as the blade and was inlaid with a spherical gem the color of the sky right before all light is gone: the blue that is almost black.

He would often stand under the great weeping birch tree on the hill overlooking the valley of his ancestors, his right foot up on a nearby rock, his left hand resting on the pommel of his sword with the scabbard protruding in front of his cloak. The cloak's hood down, his hair blowing slightly in the gentle breeze, he would watch the stars, gazing up every so often as the moon slipped behind small wisps of silver clouds.

Favorite Activity:

-See last paragraph of narrative.