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Little is known about Shadow's history or the path that brought him to civilization. The man having come down from the mountains far in the north only within the last year or so to bend knee to House Redrain. Now out of the north and the mountains and finding himself in the city the man now seeks out a path in this new world he finds himself in with its wonders and dangers.

Coming to a height of six feet and five inches tall and weighing in at just over two hundred and fifty pounds some might find this man to have a rather imposing figure given his solid build and his height. The man himself looking to be from the wilds and the mountains of the north given the wild tangle of red hair that tops his head, The man's hair holding natural curls that only help to further lend to that wild look of the man ending just above his shoulders. Shadow's features are ones that show good genetic stock from what can be glimpsed of them, though perhaps the feature that stands out the most are his eyes that seem to carry within their one light blue and one grey with gold flecked depths a deeper instinctual madness and predatory nature surging within. Shadow's cheeks hold definition to them just above the fullness of the man's beard that serves to hide his full lips. That beard of red hair allowed to grow full and rather wildly concealing his strong jaw and allowed to grow long enough to touch against his chest. {w({nComing to a height of six feet and five inches tall and weighing in at just over two hundred and fifty pounds some might find this man to have a rather imposing figure given his solid build and his height. Hair of red normally left unruly atop his head for the moment is actually tied back by a strip of black leather securing it back. The bundled hair falling just above his shoulders. Shadow's features are ones that show good genetic stock from what can be glimpsed of them, though perhaps the feature that stands out the most are his eyes that seem to carry within their one light blue and one grey with gold flecked depths a deeper instinctual madness and predatory nature surging within. Shadow's cheeks hold definition to them just above the fullness of the man's beard that for one reason or another has actually seen some trimming revealing his full lips and the smile that often can be found gracing the tiered flesh. His beard still long though far more nicely kept ending just a few inches down his chest show small ribbons of pink and white here and there tied in place for some reason. For any who know Shadow today the man seems to be leaps and bounds different from his normal self, The normal dirt and grime washed away leaving the man to smell faintly of sandlewood. Gone too for the moment are the patched leathers and furs, the man dressed in nicer leathers and even a silk tunic.{w){n

Shadow as some call him and Tiny to others is equal parts quiet and boisterous. The man drifting from one extreme to the other as he watches the world around him. A certain innocence holding to his gaze and awe when confronted with some wonders of the city and absolute horror with others. Coming from the mountains he is not used to most social niceties and seems to be a stranger when it comes to such activities and things which can lead to misunderstandings and trouble in the worse of instances or to rather humerous ends in the best of them.