Character:<br/>Name: Ray or Rayland if you prefer long.<br/>Race: Male human<br/>Age: Hard to tell but there are obviously few seasons past his head, as man's looks would hint at his age being early thirties, perhaps?<br/><br/>On the general looks, Ray seems to be standing with few inches above six feet, slim built with hint of muscled chest and broad shoulders,<br/>keeping his body in good shape. You know, the cliche stuff. Light brown trimmed rather short, looking clean and too well-kept, as as well<br/>two large, royal-blue colored eyes are decorating his mug. About his clothing and what he wears, well. A fancy looking military and battle<br/>leather outfit, that has interesting looking shoulder-pads attached to it, having metal eagle head decorations on it and on man's waist<br/>some sort of a girdle is tightly tied to his stomach. (Pretty much a rogue tier 9, from world of warcraft.) A lot of scouts from Northrend<br/>campaign wears this yet Rayland's version is abit modified. With few buttons, buckles missing and newly acquired holes that probably<br/>left scaring on it's wearer.<br/>(( Back ICly.))<br/><br/>The late night seems to consume more and more hours into it, as the human male continues to waste his time deep down into the shady and dark tavern in the Underbelly of Dalaran city, itself. Comfortably he's leaning back into own wooden chair, with right black leather boot set over the worn surface of the table and left leg crossing it. A small book with thick covers seemed to be set into Rayland's left hand, while by now half empty glass of whiskey continues to rest in the right, clenched by all five of his fingers, as his eyes rest in a narrowed state at the pages, seeming to be very thoughtful and pondering something.<br/><br/>Soon his eyes moves away from the book, and he sets it down to enjoys a good mouthful of that bitter whiskey. It's more then clear that he's kind of a man whom enjoys good alcohol and the little things in life from the fact that soon his now free hand slides down towards own pocket, fishing out an almost bend, self-made looking cigarette, that is set in man's own lips. His teeth sinks on the filter, as lazily Ray snaps open a lighter to set his joint on fire. From the sight of it, he looks joyful as the smoke slowly fills his lungs, staying there just for few seconds before being exhaled in a cloud of smoke around his table and perhaps people close by, not really caring of other's discomfort.<br/><br/>After a while of enjoying himself and the cigarette, the slightly mysterious man lets his gaze wander across the whole tavern, one by one he inspects every person carefully, offering more time of his eyes' attention towards the female patrons, not being shy to enjoy feminine curves and figures. Then finally his eyes catches the sight of a close by rushing barmaid, when with a smirk on lips and voice loud and confident in himself and own words, he almost yells out.<br/>"Oi, girl. Here! I need a refill!"<br/>With already shiny gold coin in between his index and middle finger Ray nods towards the girl, ready to pay for the booze and perhaps more.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>