Name: Shadowing
Age: 18-20
Height & Weight: 5' 2" 80-85 (Startlingly skinny.)
Gender: Male
Clothing: normally; a black tunic and pants, loose to hide him
Hair Style & Color: Black and silver, falls to his shoulder blades
Eye Color: Green, turns red when mad
*Jewelery: Shadow's left ear is peirced three times along the earlobe, All the way up on the other, A red pearl earring in one ear, a Dragon in the other.
*Weapon(s) staff, darkness
*Physical Disability(s): being Anorexic he is exhausted quickly.
*Tattoos, Body markings or Piercings: three silver hoops along his left earlobe, and loops all the way up his right, a red pearl in one, a dragon in the other. a dragon on his right side of his face.(tattoo)
Abilities/Talents: Sings, plays piano, magic,
basic likes/dislikes:
Likes; nice people, children, cats, sushi,
dislikes: Rude people, Being alone,
personality: Quiet,
Standing at a height of possibly 5' 2", thought it's hard to tell for sure. Is Shadowing, A cloak of the finest make rests heavily about him, covering his entire person in a swath of blackness. The cowl comes over the head in such a fashion that almost nothing can be seen immediately. Besides the slight glow of what appears to be green eyes. If the cowl were to be removed, one would be greeted with an eerie sight. A young man, hardly 17 winters, perhaps on the border of 16, maybe a little more. Its hard to tell with the neavy cloak, but it almost seems as if it is much to big for him, for the thin body it hints at beneath. a face of pale beauty, keeping a slight boyish charm, though obviously hinting at a sure rise to man-hood within the next few years. Green eyes seem to pierce the very soul with their sharpness, as if he sees and hears more than anyone else can know. Thick lashes that could be the envy of every woman he meets frame these windows. a clear complxion that holds a timeless quality to it, as if there has never been a blemish, and there never will be. A defining feature about this Lad is the Tattoo that is ever present on his features. a red dragon is embossed into the skin, its delicate head resting on the right eye-lid, while he body lives upon his cheek in such a devine way one wonders who the crafter could be of such fine artistry. the tail, tappering off and twirling ends at his lips, as if the dragon as crawled for from his very being to rest upon the outside. His hair is long, a straight flow of black down to his shoulders, if some areas not longer. Streaks of silver marr this perfect shade of darkness, seeming even more intense with the shadows That seem to be his theme. Genty hinting beneath his hair are slight points, only proving to be his ears. Yes, The boy is clearly elven in nature; this would easily describe his beauty, but not quite why others tend to want to turn their gazes away from him as soon as they set eyes upon his figure. His eye are half-hidden by the black locks, some-what diminishing his intense gaze, but not quite. Beign around him tends to send chills down one's spine. If the cloak were ever to be removed (though the likelihood of that is rare) One would find a stunning sight. the boy seems to be made of hardly much more than skin and bones, and this is not to put it to the extremes. It makes one wonder how he can wear suck a heavy ornimant such as the cloak, but he manages very well. His clothes beneath are simple in make, but also black in nature. It seems the boy likes to stay devoid of colour, besides the few features he has. A tunic hands from his torso lightly, as if trying to make it appear that he has more mass than he does. Its quite obvious he's malnourished, being able to pick out lmost every bone in his body. Simple black breeches tuck into what seems to be riding boots, though one can not fairly tell. Its obvious he carries a cloak for a reason. But even if the over-article is being worn, the belt and vials attatched to it are seen in gimplses. Some of the vials are full of liquids, while others remain ditufully empty. For what reason, one can not fathom, and he would not reveal if asked upon. On his person at all times are two very useful tools. One is a dagger, hidden inside his cloak. this too, is made of ebony, the blade a starling sliver with some runes that appear elven in make, but not of any that would be knonw by those alive as of now. The other is a staff made of bone, but of what exactly can not be determined. Either way, the seemingly gruesome artifact is well made, from a crafters hands the art is unmistakeable. Its sturdy, meant for walking and long journies that have passed, and many more that are sure to come.
If any would have to fortune (or misfortune as some cases may be) to come into contact with him, They would find his skin to be of such a stinging coldness that one would wonder if they would catch frost-bite from the touch. , though one would wonder why an elf, and why so young. He does have the ability to read the thoughts of others, though whether or not he lets others know about this ability is a condundrum in itself. Over all, he holds an eerie beauty to him that makes one want to enfold him in their arms, as well as turn the opposite direction and run
