[center][h1][color=a187be]Leofrick Entoris[/color][/h1][/center]
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Leo studied the man more intently than the female. If he had to guess, his height was close to 5"7 or 5"8. A little shorter than Leo himself, he stood at around 6"1. His attire wasn't eye capturing, but his appearance himself was vastly contrasting. His eyes were bright blue, as if his eyes captured a clear sky in them. He was old, if Leo had to guess, they've probably had the same life span. This is what Leo did, he captured every detail about a situation, saving it to memory. "[color=0076a3]No, I've met my fair share over the years though. My sister married one, I believe. He was the same one that changed me, though I couldn't begin to guess where they are now. Why do you ask? Do I remind you of someone?[/color]" Leo smiled softly before slipping a slight chuckle past his lips. He returned his gaze to the vampire, "[color=a187be]I do apologize, I don't, well, I don't speak very often out loud, let alone to people, or well, anyone. That question stroke you as rude, I could tell, for that, I'm sorry. No, I only ask because I've only ever met two full bloods in my life, early on in fact.
Call it bad luck, but, well, I haven't met one who hasn't tried to kill me.[/color]" 

Leo's attention was slightly altered when he noticed a cat bouncing from rooftop to rooftop, [i]This place is full of wonder.[/i] Leo's attention was brought back once the vampire spoke, "[color=0076a3]You're an elf, aren't you? I haven't met very many of your kind.[/color]" As if returning the favor by asking a personal hated question with another, Leo's mind flashed with visions of his tribe, the slaughter, his uncle, the [i]vampire[/i]. "[color=a187be]I am indeed. Elves still exist in this world, but with how our tribes have gone with history, we rarely get seen unless we want to. That's why many of the elvish tribes were not seen in the wars that have passed. Seclusion led to prosperity. Or it was meant to.[/color]" His gaze fell, as images rushed through his mind, something he thought was long gone from his memory bank. He smiled as he snapped back to attention, "[color=a187be]Forgive me, mam, sir, my name is Leofrick Entoris, the last renaming member of the great Entori tribe.[/color]" His hand outstretched and a smiled wiping across his face.