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Height: 6'3" Build: Bulky, potentially powerlifter Eyes: Dark blue? Brown? Ethnicity: Caucasian
This man is built like a brick shit house in all meaning of the word. At six-foot-three, and with bands of muscle moving across his skeleton, he looks like he's - for funsies - gone into Dracula's house and beaten that motherfucker up for some lunch money. His face is stern, brow heavy, nose large and chin strong. Hair is sparse on his head from shaving, and mostly that face is somewhere between 'fuck I need to shave' and 'fuck I need to shave'; his upper-body has more definition than 'normal' showing its constant use. Sinew can be seen under the skin, and when the torso is uncovered there is a distinct lin o fhair that moves down the front of his body like a thin carpet. The spine, too, has dark hairs that fade half-way down. His skin has marring but he's old. Older, even. Middle-aged? Somewhere near 50s and likely has every woman (and man) with Daddy Issues looking because fuck it, why not? But there is an air of menace there. He's Seen Shit (tm) and it affects not just facial features, but across the right-flank where his liver would be there are four large claw-marks that make the skin pink and tender looking. Deep. These rake down beneath the clothing of pants, likely to meet his right butt-cheek. All-in-All, this man reeks of the sort to charge headlong to beat the fuck out of Aliens, King Kong, Dracula, and probably Godzilla. Or, you know. You.
Jasmine - Knapper. Hex Kitten. Girl's like a Good Luck Charm, y'know what I mean? She thinks it's old shit about her blood that makes me linger around. Ha. Fool girl.