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Date Posted: 11:06:19 07/26/01 Thu
Author: [.tristhet.]
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 207.177.46.36
Subject: |.ingress.|

.Of the darkness a being materializes, all ebon hued garb and sultry eyes of platnium tinged jet. Elegant features are encased in the pale flawless alabaster of his skin. Eyes dart about in lassitude as minds are scanned, peeled apart under the icey hands of his persona. Threats are callibrated and broad shoulders fall in relaxation. Cowl slinks to the floor, the wings of a raven before dissolving into naught once the surface is touched. Benieth ebon cowl male is dressed in arcane garb, sowrd hanging from fit hips, belting in the fullness of a sanguine hued beaten satin shirt. Lips pull back in predatory smile as demon turns and slids to one knee before that knowns as wraith. Colors of neutral interest and amusement flow o'er his mind. Over shoulders argent strands flow heedlessly and the glimpsing ideal of haircut gleams in his thoughts. Fine boned hand, calloused from sword practice is presented to the lady and within materializes obsidian rose, petals tinged with frost. Amusement is pungent within his own thoughts at this hopelessly arcane gesture and he rises, drawing blade swiftly and presenting himself in a warrior's salute before binding the virulent cutlery and standing slack before her.

{Greetings to thee: I am Trithet. Sadness.}

Cognomen: tristhet
Vintage: early teens
Gender: virile
Temper: elusive
biography: unknown; born under stange circumstances that are unrecallable.

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