Rexus rolled over with a tired sigh. To most, sleeping on the damp leaves of Whisper Forest would be unthinkable, most people had never tried sleeping in the swamps, however. His odd maroon eyes were half closed and has face carried that irritated look that one had when they were unsuccessfully trying to sleep. He was a strange man, he was different it wasn't that he was exceptionally unpleasant to look at, then again most people wouldn't have found him unbelievably attractive. He was different, perhaps it was his almost cat like face, with the dark eyes that did it. He carried the presence of someone who wasn't from here, he didn't look like he was from here. He perhaps carried the look of the where he came from, just how some Spanish people look like they come from Spain, or something to that effect. He was very pale, he carried the pallor of Death inspite of the steady rise and fall of his chest. His raven hair was lank and too long to suggest it had been cut recently. He was an odd fellow to say the least.
