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Name: Darrel "Wraith" Withrenski Age: 62 Description: Black hair dawned by a thick brown shine. One once referred to it as such a serene mixture of darkness. His pale blue eyes contrast his hair immediately, but the more likely feature you’ll notice about him aesthetically - is his pale flesh. Such a dead color. As if no contact to light has ever been administered to this poor creature of life, crossing into death ever-so-slowly. His body is frail. Thin. Too thin. The cruel features of his body are accented only by his bones beneath the flesh. Like no muscle or fat existed. A sack of limbs and gaunt beauty. Due to his state, he was onc

To kiss or not to kiss: that is the question: Whether it is wiser to portray the desired affection, Or to hold back and not be a fool, And by opposing, loss. To appeal, to love-- No more--and by love say "I love you," and become shunned, to confuse! 'Tis an unwanted predicament Devoutly to be wished. To appeal, to love-- To love--perchance to live: ay, there's the means, For love is life and what life may come When you behold that embrace of a sweet flower, Must give her pause. There's the respect that Makes calamity of a kiss.