Speech Color: Grey

Where his cousin Aenarion was all radiance and light, truly a child of the sun, Tu'rethan was smoke and mirrors and shades of grey, a child of secrets and shadows; one with a touch of more than just elven blood in the branches of his family tree.

With hair as black as the midnight sky, and eyes as blue as ice, Tu'rethan provides a striking contrast with the golden-haired Aenarion. Two inches taller and of somewhat slighter build, the dark-haired scoundrel clothes himself in soft leather armor in shades of warm grey with silver embroidery. Against the pale skin of his throat lies a choker of ivory and jade beads, dangling a golden charm in the shape of a sunburst, and a finely-engraved silver eating dagger rides in a sheath strapped to his right calf, the ebony hilt just barely visible above the top of his high boots. He wears no other weapons, carries no equipment at all beyond a simple haversack slung over his shoulder, his form sometimes obscured by a hooded cloak of green so dark as to be nearly black in all but the brightest of light.