There's many that feign enjoyment (OPEN)
Cian ó Broin
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Age: 41 | Height: 5' 9 | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak
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Cian
they're whispering his name, through this disappearing land
If you find yourself wondering, Did Cian come through the portal? How did he make his way across the Tundra and into the Citadel without interruption? Surely someone would have seen him and stopped him before now, just let those things go. They aren't for you to worry about. Or at least, they aren't things you'll get an answer to.

With the collar of his coat turned up against the wind, the man looks around and sees what has become of Halo. A few merchants walk by with wagons pulled by donkeys, but with the soon-arrival of Deepfrost, most activities have been moved indoors. This, he expects.

Taking a long drag on his cigarette, the man simply waits. For what? Who can say. He stands with the air of expectation though, as around him the wintery-winds blow.
but hidden in his coat
is a red right hand…
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There's many that feign enjoyment (OPEN) - by Cian - 04-24-2020, 06:37 PM

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