::What's gone before::What is left::Who is left::Don't even think about it::Becoming part of it:

Name: Cyote Age: 22 Race: Half elf Eyes: Grey Hair: Red with ice blue tips. He keeps it about 3 inches long and styles it tall and messy. Height: 5'10" but looks over 6' with the hair crest Build: The thin kind of muscular look, not too bulky, not an unhealthy skinny you see on a lot of people ever since the disaster.... Appearence and clothes: His doe eyes reflect the grey of his vest and seem to glow against his olive skin. He has many pouches hanging from his leather patch skirt, and a long black dagger tucked carelessly into his belt. He wears only leather thongs on his feet. There are many necklaces around his neck and more then 10 rings on his hands, but none of them are gold, only silver, steel, leather and, bone. Around each wrist is a peacies of red and yellow striped cloth which extend half way to his elbows. Any Weapons: A longer dagger, with a black steel blade. History: His mother was an Elven whore, who was careless and got pregnent. As soon as he was born he was given to nuns who raised him to be kind and gentle, but when he was 16 they bid him farewell, and told him it was time to start a life in the world. He fell into theivery and piracy and took to them like a monkey takes to trees. It was a gang of theives who started calling him Cyote, and he's been Cyote ever since. He has had many girlfriends and boyfriends, but nothing serious so far. Personality: Extroverted and flamboyent. Does everything with that little extra flair that make some people smile and other's curse his name. Likes: Rum, Ale, Pipeweed, Places of Ill Repute, Music, Dancing, Winning a fight by Charisma Alone Dislikes: Party Poopers, Law Enforcement, Government, Burnt Food, And That Stupid Dog That Keeps Barking Sexual Preferance: Either Deity: Irikal Occupation: Part-Time Pirate, and Part-Time Theif Other skills and information: Very nimble and is as quick with his feet as he is with his tongue