Intro:
Trelyn steps out into the inn.. a deep breath
sucked in as the rush of energy hits him.. almost knocking him
back into his mirror image.. The youth clad in tight black leather
pants and a black mesh longsleeve shirt with slits up the sides
of his arms.. tied together at the wrist and elbow.. a black trench
is draped over his shoulders.. the katana neatly strapped to his
waist bearing the insignia of GnR emblazoned on the hilt....
A hand lifts to brush dark tendrils of hair
from his face.. the youth's handsome face flawless.. dark eyes
shimmer as they sweep over the room.. nerously his tongue flicks
over his lips as he reaches a hand out to Tristyn.. almost as
if needing his twin's support for some unseen reason.. (fame3,
app 5)