"Look at me now - I've got no religion. Look at me now I'm so vacant .Look at me now - I was a virgin. Look at me now - grew up to be a whore. And I want it! I believe it ! I'm a million different things . And not one you know." Name: Nerovens Prouned: Neer-oh-vens Sex: Male Species: Beanshen Occupation: Staff at Gwenhwyfar's Position: Warden: Exotic Age: 350 Height: 6'ft Eye Colour: contacts - one red eye, one blue eye, natural colour unknown Family: some irrelevant Mate: None Lovers: Come one come all! Personality: Not the type of person you’d want to meet in a dark alley. Nerovens is not exactly the most sane person in the world, most of the time he has little regard for what’s going on around him, flits in and out of reality. When in the mood for it, he can be quite charming and flirty, then he can flip and go manic. He does have a taste for dangerous and exotic, liking the darker side of life and shows it off in his appearance. Nerovens doesn’t care what people think of him, there are other things more important to him that people’s opinions. He likes to shock and stun. (Though more often comes off as annoying crazy man) (And has a taste for elves) Appearance: Nerovens’ appearance is as crazy as he is. He’s very tall and very slender for a male, and has almost feminine features, pronounced lips often painted black or dark red, high cheek bones, topped off with an oddly flat nose. His skin is very very pale, almost marble white. Nerovens’ hair is very very black and kept long, falling to just below his shoulders. He wears strange contacts over his eyes so no one really knows what his true eye colour is. His dress sense is bizarre - he’ll wear anything from a leather body suit to chains to a thong, a fur coat and nothing else.
History: Not much is known about Nerovens, where he came from or why he acts like he does. He can’t ever remember having a family of sorts, though recons there must have been someone there at some point to support him or how else would he be able to have a home and a lifestyle that allows him to afford to be able to be as crazy as he wants? Nerovens’ mind was so out of it most of the time, he just accepted things as they were. He has no idea how he became to be the way he is. But has no regrets about not knowing. In one of his saner moments, he had an idea he’d like to own something, and wound up being a Warden instantly choosing Exotic as his favourite Hood, exotics were just the type of people he liked to play with.
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