Description is below. Notes are as follows: Tsol'aa are kind of elven. Or Elfin. That's about it.
He is a graceful Tsol'aa and is tall for his race, standing at similar heights
to a Xorani, with long, brilliant white hair flowing down his back. His angular,
handsome face, with its prominent cheekbones, and slightly slanted eyes, leaves
no doubt as to the fact that he is of the Tsol'aa, though down the left cheek
there runs a deep scar, a glaring reminder of wilder, more violent times. His
violet eyes are sharp and piercing as they survey the room, finally landing on
you, and flaring with mirth, though tinged with the sadness that comes with age.
As your eyes slowly drift over his firm, lithe body, you notice an abundance of
tattoos, ranging from a dragon that covers his back, to more theatrical designs
of animals that seem alive, from the tattoo of a skeletal hand on his own where
the bones would be, to finally a black sword stretching down his bicep with the
word Sinistar engraved on the blade. Despite this combination of the macabre and
bizarre, there is a sense of oneness about this fae creature as he stands here,
his posture serene, as if he has not a care in the world. He is wearing a
leather falconry glove, a canvas backpack, a brown woollen jacket, a flimsy
undershirt, smart black trousers, a pair of black leather boots, and a fine silk





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