Azerent<br/>Human male/straight<br/>Age 22<br/><br/>He shifted slightly as he crossed his legs on the dock of the Underbelly. His dark brown eyes slowly panning from left to right underneath his fisherman's hat as he relaxed. His arms crossed, he leaned back and looked across towards the inn. The sights and sounds of the different occupants greatly interested him but as a fisherman he liked things coming to him. He was dressed in a white shirt thatclung to his body and a pair of shorts that at one point were probably pants in their long life. Softly groaning he shifted his rough hands up his fishing pole as he continued his wait. Maybe...just maybe...he might get something to bite today...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>