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[b][color=orange]33  |  Male  |  Fighter[/color][/b]
[b][color=orange]Location:[/color][/b] [color=orange]Lake Tory[/color] [b][color=orange]Tags:[/color][/b] [color=orange]Open[/color][/center][hr]

Thane was stretched out on the shoreline of the lake, enjoying the rays of the sun with a cold beer in one hand. The day was peaceful and luckily for him, no one else was there for the time so he had free reign of the entire beach for himself. A perfectly quiet day for the scarred man. Across his body there was quite the pattern of scars, showing a life of fights and hardship. Of course the crowning jewel above all other scars was the one that graced his charming face, a jagged set of lines that cut across the right side of his head down to the center of his chin and neck, passing through his right eye which was now white in color compared to his other good eye. Rather then finding them being ugly, he viewed them as being memories as well as in some sense trophies, being able to recount when each one was gained. 

He sat up from his prone position looking out across the lake, contemplating on whether he should return to the village. Eventually his free reign over the beach would be over anyways and he'd prefer to avoid the more irritating people who would give horrified stares if they saw the amalgamation of scars that riddled him.

[color=orange]"Fuck it might as well see what the gracious alpha has to offer for work,"[/color] he finally sighed to himself, popping his neck while finishing off he bottle and taking it with him while retrieving his ruffled shirt off to the side and putting it back on. He slipped on a pair of well worn boots before making his return to the village.