Name: Spike<br/>Race: Orc<br/><br/>Appearance: From a distance, its hard to make out anything more than his great height, a deep cloak giving no more than a hint of bluish-grey skin, light catching on a dull tusk.  But once he relaxes and opens up, its clear you're dealing with one of the more...brutish species.  Though his speech has a more educated take on it, its clear that this isn't a poet.    Other than his staff and dagger, no attempt made to hide the smaller item, he doesn't appear to have anything on him, not even a money pouch.  He's actually not too bad looking for one of his species, if you don't mind the skin tone, as his muscle is lean, none of the disproportionate bulk of his heritage, and the health to his skin shows that he takes care of himself.<br/><br/>Personality: You've definitely got a quiet one here.  Though he throws himself wholeheartedly into enjoyment, most of the time he can be found sitting alone, contemplating something, and by the look in his eye, probably something in his past.  There's definitely something this guy isn't speaking about, almost like he's keeping a significant portion of his motives hidden beneath the playful facade.  [[I'd encourage trying to draw out his secrets, I'm sure you can come up with a variety of means of...persuasion.]]<br/><br/>[[Oh, and Allie, Sherani is beautiful, always loved the weretigers.]]