The young man was sitting with his back to a broken wall, shrouded in a blanket. He turned his head to face up at the approaching figure, and his eyes became apparent, clouded white with blindness. His shaggy hair covered his eyes at points, but he shook it out of the way. He had a very calm demeanor, and adding to his unthreatening aura was that he looked very relaxed.
"Hello," He smiled gently. "What brings you here?"
- Wasteland
- JoinedJuly 24, 2014
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