<b>Name</b>Darren<br/><b>Race</b>Half-Elf<br/><b>Age</b>160ish, looks 20.<br/><b>Gender</b>Male<br/><b>Attire</b>:<br/>-Loose leather chestpiece, unbuttoned;<br/>-Tight leather leggings, almost black in color with fur linings<br/>-A pendant of a wolf's fang dangling from his neck<br/>-No visible weapons to him; seemingly his casual attire<br/><br/><b>Apperance</b><br/>Before you stands a rather tall, rugged Half-Elf. Definitely not the "pretty boy" you'd expect from Elven descent, yet definitely charming in his own way. Standing taller than most Elves, almost up to rival a Kaldorei, with a ripped muscular physique. Obviously his line of work was tied to some serious heavy lifting. His features would be relatively clean, his face well shaved and his long, silvery hair dangling down his shoulders. His posture would be upright, as was common for most Elves, though the rugged, buff torso would make him seem almost intimidating when stood against. Yet the warm smile on his face and the generally relaxed demeanor would make it all but apparent that this person meant no real harm and just wanted some rest and relaxation.<br/><br/><b>_____________________________________________________________________________________________</b><br/><br/><i>The anti-male conversation was going off for quite the bit. Darren was sat at the far shady corner of the inn, yet the conversation did not escape his acute sense of hearing, being the exquisite hunter he was. Yet he did not feel at all offended by what the two ladies, which he took his sweet time in examining, were saying. Rather... amused, evident by the chuckle that escaped his lips which he failed to stifle. And it was that chuckle that more or less made the inn aware of his presence. He had blended into the shadow of the corner so perfectly that even the waitress forgot he was there, after she let out a yelp of surprise when she was passing by. He quickly tried to cover up the chuckle with a cough and raise the half-drained glass of Whiskey to his lips, his eyes ever-so-innocently darting around the tavern, yet sneakily peering at the two conversing women.</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>