A man woke with a jerk, drawing a jagged twelve-inch knife from its sheath trapped between his matress and his bedstand. He had woken like this alot recently. As he got out of bed he stood at 6'3", weighing in at about 210lbs, almost pure muscle. although he looked around mid- to late-twenties he was acctually around eighteen. He ears tapered to a point, elongated through his years of growth. Although at first glance the man appeared to be an Elf, that would be only a half truth. His eyes were a deep purple, pretty much black. His hair, a couple of shades lighter than his eyes, was long and pointed out at all angles.
As he went to get something to eat, he jumped up in his doorway, grabbed the chin up bar that he had put in, and pumped himself for about 3 minutes, before dropping to the floor and continuing on to his small kitchen. After he had eaten he walked back to his bedroom, opened the mail that he had picked up and had a reminder of the ball that was on. He smiled, and opened his wardrobe. He pulled out his Masquerade Suit, leaving the mask on its shelf above the hanging rail.
His suit, an elaborate tailor-made Charavvete, consisted of a Black and White Pinstripe shirt, a Purple Waistcoat, a Purple Cravate, a Black Dinner Jacket, a pair of Black Pinstripe Dress Trousers, a pair of Black Leather shoes, and a pair of Black Gloves. As he pulled on the shirt, he reached for a mirror and set it up so he could see his face. He pulled on the rest of his outfit, leaving the mask off still and the Cravate on his bed. He pushed the hair out of his eyes, put on his gold cufflinks and then ran a comb through the long purple hair on his head. He put on his Cravate, took his mask and placed it into a large pocket on his Jacket, and then grabbed his keys, wallet and a small picture of himself with his parents, before walking out the door and towards the Masquerade Ball.
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