Name: Elas Felvanthor<br/>Age: 12 (24, mumbo jumbo happened again)<br/>Sex: Male<br/>Ped/prey: Pred, but can be prey<br/>Role: Orphan/Refugee<br/>Bio: A Grumpy dark elf that can constantly get in trouble most of the time, but usually is quite well kept with people he knows, and can be nice and kind, though, sometimes he can just get in trouble for being a perv. His outer appearance was him at 6'0", but now a kid size 4'5", But mostly everything is still the same appearance wise with him. He still has red eyes, grey skin, pointy ears, purple hair, which is wavy styled, and shaved on the right side of his head, where he has a ponytail. Clothes wise is also the same, a green and black sleeveless hoodie, and green and black pants that are a little torn, and no shoes or socks, just bare feet. He's very agile and strong for his age, and can lift around 55 pounds.<br/>Entery into role play: He could've sworn...oh well, might as well deal with it... He was just thrown into this orphanage, not really wanting to be here, but technically, this means he can meet some new people...He guessed, but he kept saying he was 24, of course they didn't believe him. He was pint sized now, and couldn't reverse it wither he liked it or not at the moment. He was currently being directed into this one certain class, and kinda shoved in their. "Hey! Don't push me you slimy bastards!" He looked to them, shaking his fist. Funny thing was, this was the same class Rachel taught. (Yeesh hope that wasn't terrible ._.)