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Date Posted: 01:11:12 10/30/03 Thu
Author: Tyru Marineris
Subject: Turn me into a chicken. Go ahead. I dare you.

Name: Tyru Marineris
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Physical Description: A thin, pale young man with dirty blonde hair that is constantly in a state of disarray. Blue eyes, sharp nose. His thinness is almost scraggly... he's 6'1" and only weighs 125 lbs, after all. And with his usual unkempt appearance, he certainly appears scraggly. He wears one of several dirty white shirts that he owns, and a constant pair of tan pants that are (unsurprisingly) rather baggy on him. If he's attractive, it'd be hard to tell through the dirt and grime covering his face.

Personality: He's a quiet, unassuming young man who doesn't like to stay in his small, dark home, but doesn't like to go too far away from it, either. He deliberately lives a little farther from his neighbors than most, and if anyone comes around he usually tries to keep away from them. Unless, of course, they come specifically to talk to him, then he'll do so, with downturned eyes and a soft voice.
Not really an introvert, however. An air of sorrow, almost depression hangs about him. His grungy appearance and shy nature are more a result of that attitude than of laziness of introvertedness.

Order: He's never thought about it much, but he'd be best in the Caretakers Order. Whitedragons if that's not possible.

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