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==Appearance==

None have ever claimed that only those of Seelie blood could be ethereal in their appearance. Standing at two inches above six feet in height, the proud Unseelie Sidhe is not the type of faerie that flutters about on delicate wings so easily plucked from the flesh of a tiny back. Muscle and sinew woven in perfect accord in a lean frame, the man can be an imposing figure. Straight strands of silver and translucent hair of a prismatic nature spill to his ankles in a shimmering curtain of thick silk, those locks causing rainbows to dance about the man's shoulders and the material of his garments when the light touches them just right. So often, his exotic hair is pulled back in a tie at the nape of his neck to keep those strands from getting into the way of his movements, though the lethal grace with which he moves suggests that he is more than used to such impediments as long hair and the heavy cloak that graces his broad shoulders. Uptilted at their edges, the man's eyes are no less exotic than his hair, those irises a resplendent mélange of silvered hues. Lavender and aqua mixed in an iridescent fushion that make his irises appear smooth, rather than textured, the silver within forcing a glistened sheen to his eyes. Despite the strange, almost 'pretty' nature of the man's coloring, his features are carved in chiseled strokes, their cant more masculine and handsome, without the tilt that could leave any thinking the words 'beautiful' upon viewing them.

It is rare indeed that the man might be found without two broadswords, one strapped at either hip. Though he does not often have the need to use both when fighting, he seems loathe to leave behind either companion, as he might consider them. After more than a thousand years of life spent using certain blades in battle, one grows used to their presence, after all.

==Most Recently==

A member of the Queen's guard far from [[Myrken Wood]], the Unseelie Fae came to the tavern while left to his own devices upon a holiday of sorts. With another of his court's guards-in-training who followed him, [[Moth]] was taken under his wing for some instruction on how to better protect herself from the dangers of the world, though his methods were perhaps unorthodox. [[DarkAngel]] having been one of those to terrorize the one he chose to make into a ward of sorts, he spent more than one evening exchanging soft threats and carefully worded demands with the green-skinned woman. With a rather stoic disposition, however, the man rarely finds himself running into too much trouble unless it was first stirred up by others he has made attachments to.

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 A member of the Queen's guard far from [[Myrken Wood]], the Unseelie Fae came to the tavern while left to his own devices upon a holiday of sorts.  With another of his court's guards-in-training who followed him, [[Moth]] was taken under his wing for some instruction on how to better protect herself from the dangers of the world, though his methods were perhaps unorthodox.  [[DarkAngel]] having been one of those to terrorize the one he chose to make into a ward of sorts, he spent more than one evening exchanging soft threats and carefully worded demands with the green-skinned woman.  With a rather stoic disposition, however, the man rarely finds himself running into too much trouble unless it was first stirred up by others he has made attachments to.
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 ==Appearance==
-None have ever claimed that only those of Seelie blood could be ethereal in their appearance.  Standing at two inches above six feet in height, the proud Unseelie Sidhe is not the type of faerie that flutters about on delicate wings so easily plucked from the flesh of a tiny back.  Muscle and sinew woven in perfect accord in a lean frame, the man can be an imposing figure.  Straight strands of silver and translucent hair of a prismatic nature spill to his ankles in a shimmering curtain of thick silk, those locks causing rainbows to dance about the man's shoulders and the material of his garments when the light touches them just right.  So often, his exotic hair is pulled back in a tie at the nape of his neck to keep those strands from getting into the way of his movements, though the lethal grace with which he moves suggests that he is more than used to such impediments as long hair and the heavy cloak that graces his broad shoulders.  Uptilted at their edges, the man's eyes are no less exotic than his hair, those irises a resplendent mélange of silvered hues.  Lavender and aqua mixed in an iridescent fushion that make his irises appear smooth, rather than textured, the silver within forcing  a glistened sheen to his eyes.  Despite the strange, almost 'pretty' nature of the man's coloring, his features are carved in chiseled strokes, their cant more masculine and handsome, without the tilt that could leave any thinking the words 'beautiful' upon viewing them.
+None have ever claimed that only those of Seelie blood could be ethereal in their appearance.  Standing at two inches above six feet in height, the proud Unseelie Sidhe is not the type of faerie that flutters about on delicate wings so easily plucked from the flesh of a tiny back.  Muscle and sinew woven in perfect accord in a lean frame, the man can be an imposing figure.  Straight strands of silver and translucent hair of a prismatic nature spill to his ankles in a shimmering curtain of thick silk, those locks causing rainbows to dance about the man's shoulders and the material of his garments when the light touches them just right.  So often, his exotic hair is pulled back in a tie at the nape of his neck to keep those strands from getting into the way of his movements, though the lethal grace with which he moves suggests that he is more than used to such impediments as long hair and the heavy cloak that graces his broad shoulders.  Uptilted at their edges, the man's eyes are no less exotic than his hair, those irises a resplendent mélange of silvered hues.  Lavender and aqua mix in an iridescent fushion that makes his irises appear smooth, rather than textured, the silver within forcing a glistened sheen to his eyes.  Despite the strange, almost 'pretty' nature of the man's coloring, his features are carved in chiseled strokes, their cant more masculine and handsome, without the tilt that could leave any thinking the words 'beautiful' upon viewing them.
 It is rare indeed that the man might be found without two broadswords, one strapped at either hip.  Though he does not often have the need to use both when fighting, he seems loathe to leave behind either companion, as he might consider them.  After more than a thousand years of life spent using certain blades in battle, one grows used to their presence, after all.