<b>Name: Daegon<br/>
Race: Half orc draenei<br/>
Age: 28 by human standards</b><br/><br/>Daegon had been kept awake for some time now. The continuos moans and slams from the next room over did little to give the tired off-worlder any rest. Swearing in a mix of draenic and orcish he eventually sat up and decided to head down stairs, hoping to at least get something to drink if he couldn't get any sleep. Standing to a full height of almost 9 feet tall, the half breed threw on his traveling clothes. Blue-ish green skin, blazing blue draenic eyes, and muscle from head to toe, Daegon was a pretty fine specimen of the half-breed race. He had only just recently arrived on Azeroth via help from some of the mages in Shattrath. Since Dalaran was the meeting point for so many races on Azeroth, this was as good a place as any to start his adventure. Of course now he was wishing he had picked a different room within the inn. His shoulder length dark hair was tied back into a ponytail, but the sides of his head were completely shaved and he had piercings running up both of his pointed ears. By most standards, he was more orc the draenei, but he still possessed features from both races, including a row of small spikes which ran down the center of his forehead. He had several savage scars on his neck and under his eyes.<br/><br/>Pulling on his clothes, a set of fur lined chain mail pants and a leather vest, he strapped on his sandals and made his way downstairs. As he expected, he got a ton of weird looks from all the inhabiting races. It didn't really phase him though. At this point it was just part of the regular routine. No race was sure what side he was on, who he was with, what his motives were. But after a bit more staring the majority of the crowd went back to whatever they were doing. He figured most of these were adventurers from Draenor anyway, so it would take more than his appearance to stir them. Making his way through the noisy crowd he found an empty corner of the bar where he coud lounge in. There wasn't a normal seat per say. Instead it was a hammock suspended close to a table. Flopping himself down on the net he leaned back and began to people watch, scouting for some kind of contact. As his blazing blue eyes scanned the room he saw a door open and a shapely female orc come out covered in leathers. He also noticed that she came out of the room next to his. So she was the one keeping him from getting any rest.<br/><br/>Deciding to confront her he stood from his spot and made his way towards her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>