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Alex_Fox
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Isar Vorphois was a rather common draenei, too young to join the army and probably considered too weak for it, he worked at Dalaran Alliance Inn during the nights. Barely reaching 7' and the light weight of 215 pounds, with a pale blue skin and four thin tentacles, two each side of his chin and no facial hair, his physical complexion wasn't very masculine for the draenei standards. He had two short horns, still growing, his grey hair almost reaching his shoulders and shiny light green eyes, one of his pointy ears was pierced at the lobe and tip with a thin silver chain linked to both small silver drops. He dressed the normal way, a simple white shirt and brown trousers, bare hooves. Isar liked to adorn his hair, tentacles and long thin tail with golden rings, some of them with small red gems and others with blue gems.
He used to tend the inn tables and rarely he went up stairs to get some bedroom ready for a customer. Isar even helped at the kitchen sometimes, washing dishes or assisting the cooks, which he liked more than going around the tables picking up empty bottles and glasses and unfinished food and being confused with a draenei female, something that bothered him but not enough to do something about his delicate being, though. The young draenei liked to spend his free time at the inn doors, staring at the starry sky above the floating city of Dalaran and sometimes lowering his usually wandering gaze to the people coming and going outside and inside the big Inn building.
He used to tend the inn tables and rarely he went up stairs to get some bedroom ready for a customer. Isar even helped at the kitchen sometimes, washing dishes or assisting the cooks, which he liked more than going around the tables picking up empty bottles and glasses and unfinished food and being confused with a draenei female, something that bothered him but not enough to do something about his delicate being, though. The young draenei liked to spend his free time at the inn doors, staring at the starry sky above the floating city of Dalaran and sometimes lowering his usually wandering gaze to the people coming and going outside and inside the big Inn building.