| Subject: Reach out beyond the limits of what this world offers |
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Date Posted: 13:24:16 01/20/03 Mon
Name: Aurathorne Van Glyph(though he has now lost his memory...)
NN: Aura, Glyph
Age: 1751(though he looks to be that of a man in their early twenties)
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 143 lbs.
Eye color: Forest green
Hair color: Snow white
Body build: Lean
Personality: Calm, speaks only when he feels it's right to, graceful (most of the time), thoughtful
Past: Aurathone's past is one filled with many events and memories, both good and bad. Choosing not to speak of such things, not many people have had the opportunity to learn of him.
A tall, quiet man quietly walks in out of the rain, searching the large room with his dark-green eyes. There is an icey, yet at the same time, amicable air about him as he walks further into the room. The man is dressed in comfortable clothing; his outfit being a pair of storm cloud-gray jeans, a light-colored, skin-tight tee-shirt, and a pair of black combat boots. A long white trench coat made of leather covers his clothes. Slung over his left shoulder is an army-style backpack, and a pair of black finger gloves keep his hands covered.
The only marking on his body is a tribal tattoo of a mid-evil dragon running up the entire left side of his lean back, the head of which rests in the middle of his back. At his command, two pairs of long, feathered wings unfurl from out of his back. Resting gently around his neck is a thin silver neckalace that has a small rose made of ruby hanging from it. A small, undecorative ear-ring of silver lightly hangs from his left ear .
He carries with him no weapons, save a SOCOM pistol, which he keeps hidden in the inner pocket of his coat. The reason for this is because Aura, being half-arch angel, can use any of the elements at his will; meaning he can use them in their raw, unrefined state, or form weapons and protection from them.
His footsteps echo across the cold marble floor as he heads to the stairwell. Thoughts of Aurathorne's ally form in his mind as he starts up the concrete stairs. A cold gust of air winded it's way down the darb flight of steps. As it blew past Aurathorne, he didn't flinch or shiver, his mind set on trying to figure out why he'd been called here...
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