Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150502020346/@comment-29458028-20150505092234

Crysius clicked his fingers and his armor dissolved into golden mists, which vanished, revealing that he was actually a young man between 17-19, with a pair of icy blue eyes and white hair, something his voice wouldn't give away.

Crysius pulled the blanket back and got into the bed, wearing a shirt of sorts and thin long pants that wouldn't last against the cold of Skyrim. He didn't wear any socks.

"Good night people."