Ignore the Wings
Character Name: Arrnor Flamepaw
Gender: Androgynous, Male
Race: Unsaid
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 150LB
Hair Color: Black with Purple Highlights
Eye Color: Purple


Description:
Approximately six feet tall, and one hundred and fifty pounds, Arrnor Flamepaw is a lithe being with pointed ears and sharp features. He takes care to dress nicely, and enjoys wearing many types of fashions accented with gold bobbles. Such as a pocket watch or a gold Abadarian key.

There is usually a small smile on his lips in cities and markets, when he enjoys himself. Elsewhere, he maintains a polite look of interest. He speaks in pleases and thank yous, sirs and madams. He seems to wrap himself in the accoutrements of wealth and fine living.

Currently:

Currently he seems to be dressed in a almost flamboyant style, reminiscent of various Andoran fashions combined what might be a Morticians outfit. With a excellent hat and feather, necktie, and long coat he seems to be the very definition of a dandy.

One would find Arrnor Flamepaw locking the door to his room, in the shabbiest condition anyone within this set of people would have seen. What once was probably a fine suit and hat done in a Andoran river boat style now patched and ragged in what one could call a rakish attempt at staying somewhat unique and fashionable...in the confidence artist sort of way. The look of a river boat grifter on hard times, or perhaps someone who was mad enough not to care.

It was also the most flamboyant, charms of all sorts hung from him, acting as links and buttons and clasps. From someone who had for all purposes dressed as a fashionable dandy, this was now definitely a step down by that metric. More akin to a nomadic caravanserai than the style of business and pleasure he had favored up until now.

Though he still was harnessed up with his various knicknacks, sundry equipment, and many pouches around his waist and thighs, his pack hanging tight against his back. His Drinking Jug was no longer at his hip though, as he was ready to put in work as some Adventurers, Pathfinders, and various Rogues called it back in Absalom. Such a nice euphemism for questionable things those sorts got up to, where blood was in the air.