Just a little warm up

Roland Gilliad

The King of Funky
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.....*He had been reviled by so many for his strange appearance, the elves wouldnt accept him, The druids abhorred his strange aura and cast him out, even the kindest of benefactors seemed to turn him away eventually, his last one, a certain man by a very familiar name, was the best he had ever known, however he himself needed to go on a quest and had to turn away the young Jack of all trades, so once again he found himself here in the dregs of humanity, walking the streets alone, wearing only his Weather beaten leather armor and some simple clothing, his supplies were low, and his money lower, he was nearly ready to sink to the lowest level, he would if nessicary sell his body to make ends meet. He was not too proud to admit that sometimes one had to resort to such measures, He had done so before. and would do so again if need be, he was rather handsome if nothing else, well muscled and blessed with an exceptional bit of endurance, But otherwise he was ordinary....except for in one very crucial area, his looks, He was tall and lanky, with long silvery blue hair that stretched to his knees if untamed and to his waist even when it was braided very fancily, his eyes danced a Bright Shimmering sky blue, and he was slightly pale sometimes, and blackish skinned at others, making him look like both Surfice Elves and Drow, though he was not even elven in any way, a great deal of his looks delt with a very old family curse that he had never discussed or even known much about...His corse Peasents clothing, and complete lack of armour seemed to tell his tale of poverty, though he tried futilly to keep a jovial attitude, it was often qashed by those around him, he simply could not fit in anywhere, so as he entered the bar to harsh glares from everyone around, it was no surprise the management even refused him drudgery work....so he left, fastening his cloak and continuing on his lonely way, his eyes upon the ground soft and sad...
 
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