Difference between revisions of "Arnaud"
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[[Norman]]: Could possibly get along with this one, or we'd kill each other. Not mutually exclusive, it could be both. | [[Norman]]: Could possibly get along with this one, or we'd kill each other. Not mutually exclusive, it could be both. | ||
− | [[Five]]: Why? WHY?! | + | [[Five]]: Why? WHY?! Also: Friend |
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Revision as of 17:17, 16 October 2022
Tall and lean, in his late twenties or early thirties, this man has handsome and strong features, and moves with a lazy and stalking gait. His brown hair is unruly and too long, for the most part combed back, stray locks living their own free life. There's some impressive sideburns, which brings to mind the hairdos of the late 70s or early 80s, and he's more often than not sporting a two-day stubble. His blue eyes are prominent on a tanned face, framed by long lashes. He wears jeans, a simple T-shirt, and a leather jacket, finishing it off with sturdy black boots of a military style, all of it worn and threadbare. Tattoos can be hinted on his chest, and a leather cord hides some trinket under his shirt. +---------------------------------+ Fae Desc +---------------------------------+ Tall and lean, with silvery white hair in uneven locks, this Beast has characteristics of a dragon. Long horns sweep back over his head, and long ears likewise, and there are two smaller horns above his eyebrows. Luminiscent scales are seen on his neck and down his back and on the back of his arms and down to the back of his hands, fingers ending in wickedly sharp claws. His skin tone is alabaster and his lips brown-gray. Yellow-red eyes have pupils like slits, showing a preference to nocturnal activities wherever he was made into this half-dragon state. When showing his teeth, they are razor sharp. A heat emanates from him, giving away his Summer mantle. He's from a French-speaking country if his accent is any clue, but he doesn't talk much about his past, or why he is even in the USA to begin with. He literally walked into the city one day and looked for some old acquaintances, met new ones, and seems intent on staying for the forseeable future.
Lost Hooks
Heloise: Smells so good. Like a flower drawing in an insect and then trapping them. Scary. Norman: Could possibly get along with this one, or we'd kill each other. Not mutually exclusive, it could be both. Five: Why? WHY?! Also: Friend
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