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With a soft sigh, the tall male moves lightly through the crowd, his long blond hair partially obscuring his face from prying eyes. His white eyes stare out past his hair, quickly scanning each face that passes to check for any sign of hostility. One hand slowly reaches toward his pocket, sliding around under his shirt toward the knife he keeps on his belt at the back of his waist. With a sigh, he allows his hand to fall, coming to a stop in a relatively deserted area, leaning back against a pillar. The tall male yawns softly, brushing his hair to the side quietly. He is known as Rydar. Nothing aside from that is known about him by any that remain alive to this day. The only ones that might have known he killed several years previously.
With a soft sigh, the tall male moves lightly through the crowd, his long blond hair partially obscuring his face from prying eyes. His white eyes stare out past his hair, quickly scanning each face that passes to check for any sign of hostility. One hand slowly reaches toward his pocket, sliding around under his shirt toward the knife he keeps on his belt at the back of his waist. With a sigh, he allows his hand to fall, coming to a stop in a relatively deserted area, leaning back against a pillar. The tall male yawns softly, brushing his hair to the side quietly. He is known as Rydar. Nothing aside from that is known about him by any that remain alive to this day. The only ones that might have known he killed several years previously.