||Standing only about 5 feet 2 inches tall, Trip (a name he claimed after birth) was short and wiry, though he lacked the chip on his shoulders. Instead he created an outer shell that was only penetrable through familiarity and after his comfort level had been reached. Ink work peeked out from underneath the dark tee shirts he wore, a kaleidoscope of warm colors in the form of tattooed feathers reaching down his arms.
After being on the run for a few months, he discovered RhyDin and as still in the process of learning the ins and outs of the city. Perhaps given enough time, he could make a name for himself.