Victanys was seated, the young Half-Elf Cleric of Desna was rather obvious in his nervousness. Taking more after his elven father, the boy held hair that hung in a frothing indigo mass to his lower calves, about 3 inches above his ankles.<br/><br/>Moon yellow eyes cast curious glances around the room, it seemed like he held no pupils, yet those eyes held a human shyness, gentleness that were held by the elves and the loyalty held common by the humans that was the other half of his bloodline.