The day was beginning beautifully. A clear blue sky with a few fluffy white clouds scattered about. But the day wasn't about to last in such beauty, that was certain. A storm was brewing on the horizon, dark opaque clouds with a few flickers of lightning and the smell of rain was on the warm air. A young man walks through an outdoor market bustling with activity. It was a challenge to even guess his age... But if you were to pull aside some random civilian and ask, most would say the blonde was in his twenties. He was like a breath of fresh air in a musty room. His attire wasn't like that of any normal commoner or even royalty for that matter. His slender form was dressed in slightly tight pure white pants, light brown shoes, a tucked in loose white shirt with a slightly ruffled open collar. Across his shoulders, a jacket is draped. It has an odd pattern, large pieces of purple black and pink pieces of fabric, sewn into a diamond like checkered pattern. Around his neck, a thin gold chain with a light blue piece of stone is resting against his chest, and medium sized but slender blue crystals hang from his earlobes, slightly hidden under his light, straight blonde hair that ends just above his shoulders. Howl Jenkins Pendragon picked up a small jar of liquid, inspecting it a bit absently. It was the first time he'd left his magical dwelling in a couple of days, and only because he needed a few things for some spells he was working on. The man was usually quite social, but sometimes he'd go on long lengths of time where he'd simple hole up in the constantly moving castle of his. He sets it down, looking around with his bright crystal blue eyes as he walks down the street, dodging a few people he didn't feel like talking to. He was much too preoccupied with his thoughts of spells and potions. Howl was a natural heart breaker, and a bit vain on top of it. Despite this, he didn't flaunt it with words...For the most part. His talent for his art of magic was exceedingly great and it drew people from every crowd, even royalty. He had fun with his lifestyle, his looks, and his flamboyant way of dressing. Even though he was a bit odd, his gentle and even generous personality took people in like a magnet. Under all this, however, was cowardice. He ran from what he feared, and he didn't look back. He knew it too...It wasn't a trait that made him proud of himself, so he pushed it back and deep. He had no long lasting feelings or attraction to any one person, preferring to play with emotions then anything else. He had the bad habit of courting a girl and when she fell for him, he'd dismiss her, brushing her to the side, out of sight out of mind. The cruelness of this escaped him. His former mentor had once said the day the man spent more then an hour without admiring himself would be the day he was truly in love.