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Just gonna put this here sorry, plx ignore lol.
10 years ago
((Mrp wiped, so things are changed))
Troyel was young, or at least he was when he died, his face youthful and smooth, his skin unmarred for the most part by scars, save for a sometimes apparent (depending on his shirt) holy symbol burned into his chest. His hair was long and flowing, well taken care of to say the least, pulled back in a tight ponytail with very few strands daring to stray. He was a man who took a great deal of care of himself, smelling of sweet oils, his nails clean and well kept as his hair, his teeth clean. He was most likely not what most imagined when they thought of a death knight, but unfortunately, he was one.
It would likely not be noticeable to those that were not affiliated with the light or the undead, unless they came close enough to feel the cold radiating from him, or perhaps noticed the frost that gathered on his clothes when he was upset. He did not usually act the part either, most thinking of death knights as hardened heros fallen and risen once more under the lich king, but not Troyel, he was gentle and soft spoken, polite to most. He also lacked confidence, most of the time averting his eyes if his own wandering gaze was noticed, his form tense most often, though there are a few whom he has relaxed with recently.
((His history as a death knight has not been shared with anyone, and he may just keep it that way, however death knights with a memory of their time in the ebon hold before light's hope or the fall of the lich king may remember him. pst for info if you're interested.))
Family: None
Preference: Men (Or a very dominant woman. Maybe.)
Relationship status: Single
Companion pet: None
Mount: Mist (swift stormsaber)
He has a new sketch book that is as of yet empty, missing two pages.
Troyel was young, or at least he was when he died, his face youthful and smooth, his skin unmarred for the most part by scars, save for a sometimes apparent (depending on his shirt) holy symbol burned into his chest. His hair was long and flowing, well taken care of to say the least, pulled back in a tight ponytail with very few strands daring to stray. He was a man who took a great deal of care of himself, smelling of sweet oils, his nails clean and well kept as his hair, his teeth clean. He was most likely not what most imagined when they thought of a death knight, but unfortunately, he was one.
It would likely not be noticeable to those that were not affiliated with the light or the undead, unless they came close enough to feel the cold radiating from him, or perhaps noticed the frost that gathered on his clothes when he was upset. He did not usually act the part either, most thinking of death knights as hardened heros fallen and risen once more under the lich king, but not Troyel, he was gentle and soft spoken, polite to most. He also lacked confidence, most of the time averting his eyes if his own wandering gaze was noticed, his form tense most often, though there are a few whom he has relaxed with recently.
((His history as a death knight has not been shared with anyone, and he may just keep it that way, however death knights with a memory of their time in the ebon hold before light's hope or the fall of the lich king may remember him. pst for info if you're interested.))
Family: None
Preference: Men (Or a very dominant woman. Maybe.)
Relationship status: Single
Companion pet: None
Mount: Mist (swift stormsaber)
He has a new sketch book that is as of yet empty, missing two pages.
