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Teatoe

Titus Teatoe

Name	Teatoe
Occupation	Tailor
Age	Mid Twenties

Race	Gnome
Residence	Currently resides in Stormwind
Guild	The Arcane Alliance

Outward Appearance	Probably the most immediate and striking feature that Titus possessess is his icy, white facial hair. On first glance one might think he is an elderly Gnome, but on closer inspection he is clearly no older than twenty five. His eyes are warm, kind and so deep one could drown in them (and probably be happy in doing so.) Behind his thousand-yard stare lies an unrealised longing, not sadness, just the suggestion of wistful wanting. His smile is broad, toothy and on the whole very genuine. He can often be seen wearing his guild's colours when not wearing his "combat robes." And when he is not dressed in these he wears a casual shirt and trousers that are extremely well tailored. Although his garments usually double up as a portable pin-cushion. Lastly. His voice spans many octaves during the course of just one sentance. Normally the rule of thumb is the louder he gets, the squeekier his voice becomes. He often hums old Gnomish tunes, such as "Blessed are our short-statured brethren" or "Free Gnomeregan" or "Toxic fallout is no Gnomes friend," but he barely remembers the words.

Outward Appearance

Probably the most immediate and striking feature that Titus possessess is his icy, white facial hair. On first glance one might think he is an elderly Gnome, but on closer inspection he is clearly no older than twenty five. His eyes are warm, kind and so deep one could drown in them (and probably be happy in doing so.) Behind his thousand-yard stare lies an unrealised longing, not sadness, just the suggestion of wistful wanting. His smile is broad, toothy and on the whole very genuine.

He can often be seen wearing his guild's colours when not wearing his "combat robes." And when he is not dressed in these he wears a casual shirt and trousers that are extremely well tailored. Although his garments usually double up as a portable pin-cushion.

Lastly. His voice spans many octaves during the course of just one sentance. Normally the rule of thumb is the louder he gets, the squeekier his voice becomes. He often hums old Gnomish tunes, such as "Blessed are our short-statured brethren" or "Free Gnomeregan" or "Toxic fallout is no Gnomes friend," but he barely remembers the words.