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</a><br/>A name unknown, from a time lost, there were ones who existed before the world of man came to be. It had been so long, with no track of time of human creation to clue him from when or where he came, that he knew not<i>what</i>he even was anymore. A small child that crossed his path only a century and a half before gave him the name that he now goes by: Set. A simple word with no meaning, but it holds an important place in his soul from that singular chance meeting. Set generally stayed away from crowds, only staying in one place for long enough and then moving on before anybody could suspect anything strange about him. In recent times, it had gotten increasingly easier to settle in an area for longer before bringing on any unwanted attention by those around him. Still, his looks were always off-putting to those who did not know what to make of him. He had hoped Valesport would be a city that he could inhabit for a time without having the watchful eye of those far younger than he.<br/><br/>His face seemed like that of a young man, ranging anywhere from a teenager to a man in his late twenties, depending on the opinion of who looked at him. His pale face seemed to blend with his stark white hair, like a lone white rose among a blanket of snow. His eyes were the only shot of color that adorned his features, an ice blue that seemed to glow under the right lighting. A place as dim and dark as a bar would do nothing to show off these aspects of his person. His black leather jacket hung open loosely, revealing a simple white undershirt beneath that clung to his skin, leaving little to the imagination of his physique. Upon his legs were a pair of black pants and boots to match. A chain attached to his hip jingled with each step he took. This outfit was not something he'd find himself wearing, preferring something with more space for him to move around within, but the environment called for a certain look. That was the only trouble he had. Blending in was always a struggle, his looks could never change, but at least his clothes he was in control of.<br/><br/>Shifting a bit in his jacket, finding the material heavy and uncomfortable, he strolled the streets of the city. Midtown was lively, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the hustle and bustle. There were many sights to see and things to do. Perhaps when he's found some money to his name, he'd partake in a human activity or two. A small grin cracked the corners of his light pink lips as he continued on his way. A few people he passed would give him a second glance, but for the most part everybody paid him no mind. This was indeed a much better time for him to be. Lost in thought, he found himself in a different part of town. It was more rundown and empty. It felt very much like the time between, those millennia ago. He felt a strange sensation in his chest as he looked on with not a soul in sight. It wasn't until he saw somebody enter an old rundown building, a bar it seemed, that he took the opportunity to find some shelter. The weather did not bother him, but being alone in the open with no one around would draw some attention towards him from straying eyes.<br/><br/>Opening the door, he took a singular step inside and saw a few people milling about. He didn't listen in on their conversations, understanding the rudeness of butting into others' business. Instead, he found a spot at a nearby table in a darker corner, waiting for an opening to move to the bar to get himself something. He did not need sustenance nor fluids, but the feeling of taking a sip of cool, fresh, water was always a pleasant feeling to him. As he sat there, he scanned the room, listening not to the words spoken, but rather the language used. There were many methods of speech in this species. He had managed to learn most of them, and luckily this was one he knew.<br/><br/>When he saw one of the men bring a glass over to a woman siting by herself, he took this moment to fetch himself that glass of water. With quiet footfalls, though the chain jingled to give him away as being present, he approached the bar and glanced around, searching for the cups with which he could pour himself a drink from the sink. His silver brows furrowed in confusion, not sure where everything was in this place.