Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-38555415-20191015230650/@comment-43930324-20191023134326

Taron wandered throught the streets of Atlantis, he was still cloaked in his coat (even though it wasnt cold at all) mostly because he wanted to go unoticed, there was no malicious reason to it except for the stares...the pitiful ones that the older elves who knew his mother before her disaperance the ones that pitied the poor motherless elf, the elves his age who stared at him with distate and almost fear he was the elf who stayed inside all day in his room with his father who never came out the house. He was the weirdo and so he tried to make himself as unoticiable as possible, he went through several stores picking up things he would need for the school year "Wonder who my charger mentor will be" he said aloud while going down a aisle, the Volts were known to be powerful chargers who could summon bolts of lightning like nothing but now all that anyone knew them for was how Astrape mysteriously disapeared. Taron looked much like a combonation of his parents with his fathers frizzy black hair that constantly looked like Taron had just been shocked with static, but he had a silver streak and his thunderstorm grey eyes...the only things he had inherited from her.