Life had never been easy for him, to say the least.. almost always, he was reacted to with fear or hatred. He was most often cold and distant, though with an oddly boyish innocence at times, if rarely glimpsed.
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| He was named en'Karask Niire... Demon's Tear... by his horrified elven mother. She had had no idea that the exotic man she had shared the breif liaison with had been anything other than what he had appeared; a strange young elf, but and elf nonetheless. Not so, as evidenced by her newborn's pale gray skin, glistening midnight eyes, the knubs that would grow to thin delicate horns, but most especially by the translucent wings upon his back. Life had never been easy for him, to say the least.. almost always, he was reacted to with fear or hatred. He was most often cold and distant, though with an oddly boyish innocence at times, if rarely glimpsed. |
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