(Playing an elf character if that's okay.  Tell me if anything's wrong with the post)<br/><br/>Aithin strode toward the gates of Nevarra, gliding silently over the stone in a very elfish way.  He pushed a stray lock of long, elbow length golden hair behind his pointed ear.  The willowy elven Prince had a face as fair as that of the most beautiful young maiden, and as delicate too.  In fact, it was almost impossible to tell that he was male, with his beautiful face and thin figure.  Only his own kin would do a double take before they knew his name.<br/><br/>"What business brings you to this city?" the guard questioned, staring hard into the elf's greyish blue eyes.<br/><br/>"I wish to find an inn, if you have one."<br/><br/>"We do."<br/><br/>"Splendid, think you."<br/><br/>A time passed with a dreadful awkwardness.<br/><br/>"Um, excuse me Sir."<br/><br/>"Mm.  Yes." the guard replied, allowing the young elf inside the walls of Nevarra.  Before the being could leave his sight, he stuck an arm out to tap his shoulder.<br/><br/>"My lady, your eyes are no less beautiful than that of a goddess.  Pardon me for my interruption."<br/><br/>The elf's eyes went dark, and his cheeks rosy.  "I'm sorry Sir, but I am no lady, but a Prince of the Wood."  He glared, cursing his blushing face, and whipped around to head for the inn.  The poor guard, just as surprised, arranged himself at his post with a look of humiliation.<br/><br/>"Men...I hate men...I really hate them..no manners..no intelligence...greedy.." the teenage elf grumbled to himself, once again allowing himself to hate vigorously on a non-elven race.  He was easily distraught, and had had nothing but negative experiances with the human race.