Name: Silo Moore<br/>Age: 21<br/>Height: 5'10"<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Race: Werewolf<br/>~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>With the leaves of the trees various shades of red, yellow, and orange, fall was perhaps his most favorite, if not second favorite, time of the year. The next in rank was spring- Which he found to be quite fabulous in all ways. Wearing dark jeans that were on the tighter side, a random band t-shirt, and a loose zip up jacket whose sleeves covered his hands, Silo was perfectly warm. Werewolves were usually known for their body warmth- And it was only ever if he fell sick that he wasn't warm. Naturally he was quite a skinny fellow, but with a nice little bit of toning and a prominent jawline. With curly black hair that fell just above his eyebrows, following the curve of his hairline down to cover the tops of his ears, then following that curve to hide the nape of his sensitive neck, Silo never really had to do much to his hair, really only ever running his fingers through it a couple times to elude any snarls or tangles from forming. In contrast to the dark hair, his skin seemed untouched- Pure in a way- And nearly the color of porcelain despite how often he sat out in the sun, soaking up its rays when he could in the summer time. Between each of these greatly contrasting factors remained his deep emerald eyes that were always looking for more than just what was shown on the surface.<br/><br/>Hands stuffed into his pockets, Silo came to a halt in front of a bookstore, curiously gazing inside through the windows for a few moments before pulling open the door and stepping in, shutting the door lightly behind him. "Anyone in here?" He called out with a smooth voice that wasn't all too deep, but not squeaky either- Somewhere in the middle with a pleasant ring to it. He'd never been overly interested in books, but lately within them had been quite a nice refuge from the real world, which he wasn't favoring all too much at the moment. Before waiting for an answer Silo began curiously looking through the book store, walking through the isles while his eyes scanned the titles on the book's sides, his head slightly tilted.<span style="font-style: italic">Smells like dust.</span>He told himself, scrunching his nose slightly. Slowly but surely, he'd somehow begun to like the smell after enjoying his time with older books- Of whose scent he found.. Delightful.<span style="font-style: italic">I hope they're not expensive..</span>