<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/Yande.re_76876_sample.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Street Name:</strong>ZZ<br/><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong>Male Elf Physical Adept<br/><strong>Attributes:</strong>Charisma and Willpower, Agility and Reaction<br/><strong>Skills:</strong>Social, Combat<br/><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>Asian/Polynesian, 20's, straight<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong><br/><br/>The grey suit Z Z had chosen for the night was just the right shade to downplay the medium purple shade of his hair, giving the illusion that it was a simple highlight job.<br/><br/>Other than to accept the terms of the job, he mostly held his peace throughout the discussion.  IT wasn’t that he didn’t have ideas, but that he knew he could do little more now than contribute confusion.<br/><br/>The elf sat attentively in a seat next to tempest, nursing a sweat tea.  Tempest was an old friend and a formidable runner.  It would be good to work with her again—and hopefully celebrate after.<br/>