Name: Ryanarius Stormstrike<br/>Race: Night Elf<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Hair: Light Blue<br/>Eyes: Ambergold<br/>Class:Warrior<br/><br/>Attire: Heavy Black and Gold Armor styled in the same manor as<br/><br/>Valor and Heroism. It's been modified to allow for more movement and seems thinner, made of Mithril. Upon his back are sheathed a pair of Alliance Greatswords with the lions carefully filed off. His head is adorned with a pair of Goggles, looking to be Northrend in make.<br/><br/>Build: Like most warriors, He is large and heavily muscled, an off axis cross shaped scar adorns his right eye, though its<br/>shallow and seems to be ritualistic.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Outside the Tavern, if one listhened closly, they could hear the deep, snarling mechanical sound of a MechanoChopper rumbling<br/>across the frozen wasteland. Slowly growing closer and closer before it stopped just outside. The Bike rumbled idle for a moment before shutting down, and then the door to the Tavern was carefully pushed open. A large framed Night Elf stepped through<br/>the door, and just as quickly shut it, eager to get out of the cold. His skin was icy blue, though that may have been more from<br/>the cold then skin tone, and he was clean shaven. A soft frown was on his features as he carefully peered around. He almost seemed wary. Her could make out two figures already, and his sharp ears perked a bit, listhening for sound in the air. Apparently satisfied with something, he relaxed, reached up to lift his fogged goggles to his forhead nodded politely to those present, before making his way to a table and setting in one of the chairs with a heavy clank.<br/><br/>"Cold enough to freeze the hair off a Rhino out there." The warrior would say after a few moments to no one in particular, pulling off his gauntlets to rub his hands together.<br/><br/>((First time posting on Darknest, but a long time reader. Haven't forum rped in so long. Constrictive criticism is always welcome))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>