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<div>Arawn's appearance - </div>
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Appearance Attribute: 115 (to humans) / 110 (to faerries) / 100 (to dwarves)</div>
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Height - 6'1"<br>
Weight - 139lb</div>
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Complexion/Hair/Eye Color - Very fair, milky skin and a flawless complexion. </div>
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<div> At 6'1" Arawn is an impressive figure - a strikingly handsome alfar, tall, muscular and athletic. Blue-green eyes, the color of the sea, shine like jewels in contrast to the thick midnight black mane that falls to his shoulders, framing a flawless complexion
of milk white skin.<br>
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<div> An aura of otherworldly power and nobility emanate from him coupled with a humbleness not often found in the true children of the Sidh. And he moves with a regal grace, echoed in his bearing, with the hint of a smile often lingering on his youthful
face. Yet his eyes shine with intensity and supernatural brilliance, hinting at an intelligence and wisdom beyond his seeming years.</div>
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<div> He often wears the hooded grey robes of a druid, trimmed in green, red, and blue (marking his training as an Urigallu/Ashipu/Baru for those familiar), the cloth and make of exquisite quality, a silver holy symbol hidden beneath (bearing markings of
both the Sidh and Neutral Courts, in particular Morrigan and Payan).<br>
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<div> Underneath his vestments lie shimmering links of elvish chainmail, protecting him from the dangers found in the wild places of the worlds, layered over clothing fit for a prince. His footwear, equally fine, often find replacement with more rugged, yet
nicely made, boots when adventuring and a cloak of pristine white graces his shoulders.<br>
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<div> An elvish bow is often to be found slung over his shoulder or set alongside javelins on Corsaya's pack. And the perceptive may notice the simple yet elegant scabbards hiding within the folds of his cloak, elven blades nestled within and ready to be
wielded by his gloved hands alongside a shining buckler of elven-metal.</div>
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<div> Corsaya, his companion, appears as a beautiful milk-white mare of exceptional quality and a proud and fiery bearing. Few realize that she is in fact a Sri Eponi, a Fay Horse.<br>
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