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| − | + | Colt looks like a man just on this side of 'hard times'. Clothing a bit too worn to be socially acceptable in any company more refined than what you might find in the poorest neighborhoods, and all the telltale signs of a man that enjoys his illicit substances maybe just a bit too much, for a bit too long. It hasn't quite managed to dampen otherwise good looks, even if it's starting to threaten to, the dark circles under his eyes almost light enough to be imagined. | |
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| + | The eyes demand attention first. Piercing, blue, expressive, with a quality that seems to invite a person in while hinting that there are hidden depths and dangers to be found if one accepts the invitation. His dark brows only emphasize the effect. Tousled dark curls, unruly by nature but stylish by nurture, offer him the look of a man of action. A dusting of lighter stubble highlights his chiseled jawline. Even when his expression is relaxed or quirked with the beginings of a smile there is a definite stubborn cast to his mouth, one that suggests you can knock this man down, but you're going to regret having done so when — not if — he gets back up again. | ||
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| − | + | * '''Werewolf''' — With all that comes along with it. Strange hours. Weird urges. Kind of territorial, but also cool with some shit that nobody else would be cool with. An Irraka of the Iron Masters, Colt is the quiet type, sticking to the shadows and generally not making much of a nuisance of himself. Granted, you're probably what he would consider *prey*... | |
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| + | * '''Criminal Record''' — Possession. Dealing. Assault and battery. Prostitution. Indecent exposure. Colt's list of criminal offenses is -- somewhat extensive. So far he's managed to avoid anything resembling serious jail time, but anyone looking up his background might find some rather colorful things in it. You a cop? A lawyer? Wanna bust him doing something? Or get him out of jail? Let's talk. | ||
| + | * '''Sensation Junkie''' — Colt is your classic hedonist. If it gets him high, gets him hyped, or gets him hard -- he's probably down for it. A few dark rumors suggest that he's been known to engage in all manner of vices, and that he's constantly chasing the next thing... including making a few deals with the other denizens of the supernatural community. You have something you think he'd like? Wanna be a bad influence? Let's negotiate. | ||
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Revision as of 00:27, 23 May 2022
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Colt looks like a man just on this side of 'hard times'. Clothing a bit too worn to be socially acceptable in any company more refined than what you might find in the poorest neighborhoods, and all the telltale signs of a man that enjoys his illicit substances maybe just a bit too much, for a bit too long. It hasn't quite managed to dampen otherwise good looks, even if it's starting to threaten to, the dark circles under his eyes almost light enough to be imagined. The eyes demand attention first. Piercing, blue, expressive, with a quality that seems to invite a person in while hinting that there are hidden depths and dangers to be found if one accepts the invitation. His dark brows only emphasize the effect. Tousled dark curls, unruly by nature but stylish by nurture, offer him the look of a man of action. A dusting of lighter stubble highlights his chiseled jawline. Even when his expression is relaxed or quirked with the beginings of a smile there is a definite stubborn cast to his mouth, one that suggests you can knock this man down, but you're going to regret having done so when — not if — he gets back up again. Some shit went down. I'll tell you about it later.
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