Nivens McTwisp

He noticed the dark-haired man leaning against the table, his hand hovering over his sword on his hip. You dare to take a quick look across from him and notice a fair white-haired man. Two rabbit ears flick backward atop his head. a scowl encases his face, with one swift move you launches a fork straight at you, missing you only by an inch but catching your shirt collor and pinning it to the tree behind you.