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Character Info Sheet Thingy!

NAME: Vyn'athas Felstorm

FACE CLAIM: David Gandy

AGE: 125 (About 40 in Human years.)

HEIGHT: 6′4″

SPECIES: Sin’dorei

GENDER: Male

BODY TYPE: A thinning version of a once athletic frame.

SKIN: Rather pale.

EYE COLOR: Deep emerald with a bright Fel green overglow.

HAIR COLOR: Lustrous raven black.

BIRTHDAY: October 27th

SUN SIGN: Scorpio

RESIDENCE: Netherstorm, at Felstorm Keep. Penthouse in Murder Row.

MARITAL STATUS: Single but taken.

SEXUALITY: Pansexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic

ALIGNMENT: True Neutral

IN-GAME CLASS: Demonologist (Warlock)

PROFESSION: Alchemist and Herbalist

LANGUAGES: Thalassian, Common, Orcish, Undercommon, and Eredun (Demonic).

DRINK: Skies of Nether (A little alcoholic number with Fel infused vodka and netherblossom.)

FOOD: Savory dishes like roast and potatoes.

DAY OR NIGHT: Very late night into morning.

SNACKS: Candy and Fel Crystals.

PET: All the demons...

COLOR: Deep purples with a hint of gold.

FLOWER: Fel Lotus or Netherbloom

((Had to do this since a half dozen similar things came across my dash last night. :D Enjoy! ))

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Just a little Vyn’athas smirk appreciation courtesy of his FC David Gandy.

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Fel green eyes stared silently from the window of his keep, taking in the landscape of Netherstorm, and pondering how his life had come to this point. It seemed like forever had passed since he truly lived in the city, instead of simply visiting. Back then his only cares were related to training and becoming a fine Magister. That was all that mattered to his family, and that singular drive was what encompassed his young life. Only after the invasion did he realize how poorly he was suited to such magics. Only then did his true path open to him, and only then did he begin his long troubled relationship with Fel. “But was it worth it...” he sighed softly. “Was what worth it Master?” Came the chiming reply as one of his succubi entered the room, green swirling alcoholic drink in hand. Those fel green eyes blinked once and refocused. “Nothing to concern yourself over Domneri. Nothing at all.” Taking the drink he sipped it slowly as his gaze turned back to the swirling skies outside his window.

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“I can’t trust you.”

“I cannot even trust myself my little one.” Came the heavy reply. The older elf sighed and slumped back into his chair as his face was hidden by a silk covered hand. “That is the life I lead. That is why I was gone for so long and that is why the few I care for would be better off should I vanish again. Perhaps for good.”