(( Open eh? I cant help myself ))<br/><br/><i>Name: Tilthar<br/>
Race: Male Human<br/>
Age: Young looking, presumeable the age of 22-25</i><br/><br/><b>A young man in plated armor stood at the side, watching the fights. He shaked his head at some of them, clearly showing with a facial expression, that this was ridicoulus. He wielded a hammer, which he held firmly in his hand over his shoulder. He was tall for a human, but not reaching the night elven or draenei standards of height. He wore a stormwind tabard, at first sight he would be judged as a paladin. He turned his head across the arena circles, noticing a draenei standing around, he nodded and then continued watching the fights. He lifted himself onto a crate, placing his bum on it, making the metal of his armor clash with the wooden box. <br/>
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He looked down, a little embarresed about his height, as his feet almost touched the ground, but they didn't. He decided to ignore his embarresement, and leaned back onto the wall behind him. His arm fell to his side, and he letted the hammer fall aswell, letting out a long sigh as he closed his eyes, not really daring to take a deep breath, because of the smell.<br/>
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His rubbed some dirt off his armor, letting a sound escape from the metal that is grinding across each other. The armor wasn't really golden, it was simple, more mithril looking, a little dark gray (or grey if you prefer). He wore a necklase, with the symbol of a lion, this necklase, on the other hand, was made out of gold, and it looked clean. He looked down at it, lifting it up in his hand. A wide smile appeared on his face, he patted the jewerly before letting it hanging around his neck again.</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>