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Xindaris
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Yern looked to the sky of a brand new day through the kind of gap in a canopy of grand deciduous trees that clearings are wont to produce, and smiled. Today was going to be a lot of fun, if he had anything to say about it! He stood up off the patch of soft earth he'd been sleeping on, and brushed some of the dead grass off the back of his clothes. He wore a simple long-sleeved shirt that fit loosely across his thin frame; said shirt had probably been white at one time, but now was thoroughly stained a vague brown color from years of travel and sleeping on the ground, with a few darker red spots to attest to the dangers of such a life. His pants were no less simple, though they had begun life with a darker shade and showed less stains. As for shoes or gloves, he had none; the only other things he visibly wore were a pack of supplies and a long sheath full with a longsword, both of which he now picked up off the ground next to him and placed over his shoulders, so they hung across his back. The latter was a little wide, and perhaps looked heavy for someone of Yern's build, but he picked up the whole thing with little more strain than a child picking up a stick.
Yern's eyes were blue and his rough, unkempt hair was a pure white. He had the rough stubble of someone who rarely shaves and couldn't grow a beard if he wanted to, but it hardly showed because of the color. His most remarkable features, however, were none of the above. Rather, these: He had large, pointed ears, covered in what would be best described as fur the same color as his hair, and a fairly long, canine-like tail of the same color stuck out from somewhere near his lower back; his teeth were a little sharper than the average human, especially his canines, but not any larger, giving his bright smile only a small hint of a predatory look.
After stretching and relieving himself in private, Yern went to a nearby trail and began walking along it, taking in the scents and sounds of a forest's early morning. He kept an eye and a nose out for certain species of mushroom he knew to be edible, and would occasionally bend down and pick a few, placing them deftly in his pack, before continuing along the path. What he thought about now, if he was indeed thinking at all, none could say, but the emotion he portrayed was clear for any to see, that of a simple happiness, a calm assurance that--for the moment at least--everything was as it should be.
((Freeform means, we're making up this world and everything about it as we go. The only thing known at first is, 'it's fantasy'. Anything stated or strongly implied in a post that doesn't contradict pre-established canon of the world instantly becomes canon. Please introduce your character properly, with some kind of description of her/his appearance, in your first post here. As for what sort of character you can make, pretty much anything that isn't godmodding goes. Finally, this is purely to have fun, so just roll with it!))
Yern's eyes were blue and his rough, unkempt hair was a pure white. He had the rough stubble of someone who rarely shaves and couldn't grow a beard if he wanted to, but it hardly showed because of the color. His most remarkable features, however, were none of the above. Rather, these: He had large, pointed ears, covered in what would be best described as fur the same color as his hair, and a fairly long, canine-like tail of the same color stuck out from somewhere near his lower back; his teeth were a little sharper than the average human, especially his canines, but not any larger, giving his bright smile only a small hint of a predatory look.
After stretching and relieving himself in private, Yern went to a nearby trail and began walking along it, taking in the scents and sounds of a forest's early morning. He kept an eye and a nose out for certain species of mushroom he knew to be edible, and would occasionally bend down and pick a few, placing them deftly in his pack, before continuing along the path. What he thought about now, if he was indeed thinking at all, none could say, but the emotion he portrayed was clear for any to see, that of a simple happiness, a calm assurance that--for the moment at least--everything was as it should be.
((Freeform means, we're making up this world and everything about it as we go. The only thing known at first is, 'it's fantasy'. Anything stated or strongly implied in a post that doesn't contradict pre-established canon of the world instantly becomes canon. Please introduce your character properly, with some kind of description of her/his appearance, in your first post here. As for what sort of character you can make, pretty much anything that isn't godmodding goes. Finally, this is purely to have fun, so just roll with it!))