There is a long pause, and then someone appears. They look to be a child, measuring perhaps four feet tall. However, that is all that can be said of the individual in question -- a heavy cloak and cowl cover the rest of the person's body. All that can be seen is a pair of glowing yellow eyes in the shape of dancing flames that peer out at the romanesque surroundings, missing nothing. The individual stretches and moves forward, catlike in his grace. For by his confident and seemingly arrogant bearing, it seems obvious that he indeed is male. Then he steps back, back behind his pad and throws back his hood, shaking back his cloak. Even as he does so, he grows in height, reaching nearly six feet, and his eyes change, burning a pinkish hue, the color of which makes it none the less intimidating.
He looks rather like a half-elf, tall and slim, but with more muscle than an elf. At his belt there are no weapons except a single dagger, which hangs in a sheath at his hip. A strap goes across his chest, adorned with images of astrological symbols. He is clad in studded leather armor, lightweight yet serviceable. The most noticeable of his characteristics are a large pair of crow wings that sprout from his back. Huge and dark, they give him an otherworldly air, and they flex, testing the air.
"Well, it certainly seems lonely in here" he thinks, raising a mental eyebrow.
He turns to the other pads, watching to see who else would answer the call.
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