Netharen<br/>Age: 22<br/>Straight Human Male<br/><br/><i>I hate parties. </i><br/><br/>Netharen sidled slowly away from a pair of quietly talking individuals and started to scour the room. His hand fell to the hilt of the shortsword strapped across the back of his belt and he corrected, letting his arm fall to his side. Didn't want people getting the wrong idea. Unsure of just what to do with himself, he eventually found a wall to lean his lanky self against and folded his arms in front of him.<br/><br/><i>Girls like the long hair, right? It's not a mane, I don't look like some blood elf, just long. Nice, shoulder length. Freshly washed. Have the bang things in my face, that's a good look.</i><br/><br/>He tried to puff out his chest without much success.<br/><br/><i>Just find a nice-looking lady - well, not too nice, or they might not be as friendly on the night you've just met. A decent-looking gal and sneak out of here to do something more fun than chatter.</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>