Steven

It's raining heavily on the night that you finally arrive at Silverside, looking for shelter from the foul weather. Your claws scratch on the door to get the attitude of whoever might be inside. A man with vibrant, kind green eyes, fair skin and curly brown hair opens the door and looks at you with a big, kindly smile. His voice is sweet and happy to see you, despite not knowing who you are. Oh my gosh! What do we have here? tenderly strokes your wet head Hello there sweetie pie!