Ghell
A shy, hopeless romantic who harbours a secret love for ice-cream and soppy movies in pyjamas.
Groups
Description
Short and skinny with ginger hair and reflective eyes.
Dygon (belonging to Lord Sol). Meaning reflective eyes, immunity to telepathy and heat/cold. Weakness to head injury and alcohol.
Personality
Somewhat mercuric.
History
Youngest son of Relmihell.
Ghell pokes his head around the door, taking a long look around.
Ghell slips into the room, his demenour faintly nervous.
Ghell looks more than a little worried about how rrowdy the bar is.
Ghell sits quietly at a table at the side of the room, picking at the sides of his figers.
Ghell chews his figernails.
Ghell glances up as a creature with wings enters, recignition flashing across his face before being replaced with dissapointment.
Ghell goes back to chewing his fingers, looking slightly upset.
Ghell conciders getting himself a drink, but hesitates, unsure.
Ghell looks completly intimidated by this point, creeping to a less visible area of the room.
Ghell pokes his head around the door, checking carefully for any sign of his brothers before grinning and slipping inside.
Ghell gives the man talking to himself a strange look, settling into a seat and taking out a little bag, extracting three bottles of nail polish and examining them critically.
Ghell tilts his head, wondering if the other man talking to himself was actually talking to the first one, he wasn't sure. Shrugging, he begins to paint his nails.
Ghell muttered a soft "awkward" to himself, eyes on his nails, happily eavesdropping.
Ghell blows on his nails, which are now painted a vibrant blue that clashes horribly with his hair, but matches a uniform that he currently isn't wearing.
Ghell shifts slightly, hearing something that catches his attention.
Ghell glances up as some form of eye drifts closer to him. "Oh cool..."
Ghell frowns, blinking and rubbing his eyes. "Oh..." He suddenly looks a little embarrassed.
Ghell has his attention drawn to Iante once again at the mention of his brother's name.
Ghell frowns in concentration as he paints his left hand, finding it far harder than the right, attempting to look as though his ears aren't metaphorically flapping.