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- <div style=display:none;> Between the lost. </div>
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- <font color=grey face=Lucida Bright size=2><i>Somehow I have to find.</i>
- He is the promise, the stalwart determination for greatness that rises from afar; forged rough around the edges at times, yet humbled all the same to know his way through the world. With confident walk and usually a tiny smile, the man finds himself struggling through the world against all of the odds. He stands at six feet and two inches, with impressive, lean and athletic build; the testament to his training and physique shown both in well-built mesomorph body, as well as calloused, rough hands he possesses.
- <i>And as I try to find my way...</i>
- The eyes speak, and to perceptive sight, Nerin's eyes speak of the mask he wears to hide away whatever might be going on his mind. Being the complete opposite of someone who wears their heart on the sleeve, Nerin is often reserved in his decision and expressions - one could rarely find him allowing his true nature betray the demeanor he constructs for surroundings. Usually, one could only ponder what he thinks of, but perhaps you could see it?
- <i>I won't cry for yesterday.</i></font>
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