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Mask
Before you is a young man, somewhere in the range of early to mid-twenties, standing at perhaps an inch or so above six feet. His hair is a little bit too long to be called short and is either a little wild or artfully tousled. It is wavy, with some spots of tighter curls, and dark black in color. The stark color stands in contrast against naturally fair skin and with the somewhat unusual color of his eyes. A mix of faded emerald green and yellow and shaded by long thick eyelashes, they are likely one of the first features to notice on him. He has a habit of engaging in an intense stare, making it easier to do so. Strong bones in his face give an angular cast to his features, accentuated by a light growth of dark stubble and prominent eyebrows as dark as his hair. Full, slightly pursed lips usually remain closed even when he smiles.
Above average height, his frame is athletic and leanly muscled. Defined shoulders and arms lead down to large but thin and nimble hands. His fingers are long and dexterous and, when touched, the pads of them and his palms are surprisingly rough. The attire he wears is often stylish but casual. Whether a t-shirt or button up with the sleeves rolled, they tend to fit on the tighter side to accentuate his build. The colors are always more muted, never bright. Long, muscular legs like that of a runner are covered in darker denim jeans. It is clear an effort goes into how he presents himself, no matter how hard he might have otherwise intended.
His movements are graceful and controlled, most actions performed in a languid manner, as a default. Stillness seems to come naturally to him and gives his body language a vaguely indifferent demeanor. When provoked out of this, his focus is intense and his motion quick but no less controlled. A poised, deep voice emerges with a faint rumble out of his chest when he speaks.
Mien
Before you is a young man with feline features, somewhere in the range of early to mid-twenties, standing at perhaps an inch or so above six feet. His hair is somewhat longer and thicker than in his Mask and is either a little wild or artfully tousled. It is wavy, with some spots of tighter curls, and dark black in color. Partially obscured by hair, his ears are pointed and lined with velvety soft midnight hued fur. More concentrated tufts can be seen behind them, blending into his mane. The stark color stands in contrast against naturally fair skin and with the somewhat unusual color of his eyes. A mix of faded emerald green and yellow with slit vertical pupils, they glow faintly as if lit from behind. He has a habit of engaging in an intense stare with them. Strong bones in his face give an angular cast to his features, accentuated by a light growth of dark stubble and prominent eyebrows as dark as his hair. His nose is broader and flatter than in his Mask, offering something closer to a snout. Full, slightly pursed lips usually remain closed even when he smiles. When teeth are exposed, he has a pair of small but very sharp fangs. A few thin, wispy strands of whiskers extend from near his mouth.
Above average height, his frame is athletic and leanly muscled. Defined shoulders and arms lead down to large but thin and nimble hands. His fingers are long and dexterous and their pads, along with his palms, are roughly padded like a cat. Thick but clean fingernails end in faint points. Body hair is both darker and more pronounced but it takes on the texture of soft fur. The attire he wears is often stylish but casual. Whether a t-shirt or button up with the sleeves rolled, they tend to fit on the tighter side to accentuate his build. The colors are always more muted, never bright. Long, muscular legs like that of a runner are covered in darker denim jeans. It is clear an effort goes into how he presents himself, no matter how hard he might have otherwise intended.
His movements are graceful and controlled, most actions performed in a slinking languid manner, as a default. Stillness seems to come naturally to him and gives his body language a vaguely indifferent demeanor. When provoked out of this, his focus is intense and his motion quick but no less controlled. A poised, deep voice emerges in a purring rumble out of his chest when he speaks. When focusing on him just out of the corner of one's eyes, it seems like parts of him periodically become insubstantial.
(Autumn Mantle 1: A small, slowly roiling misty fog that dances and curls around his feet and the bottom of his legs. It is brisk feeling in temperature and gives off an aura of mystery and things being hidden.)
RP Hooks
 Sneak Thief: Loves transgressing into places he's not allowed and taking things he feels he deserves more than its owner.
Aesthete: Has an interest in art and history and all the material goods that come with them.
Magic and the Occult: Anything that is hidden or unknown must become known.
Volunteer: Wants to find places to be of help and use both as atonement and recognizing he needs connections to others.
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Vital Stats
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| Full Name:
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Michael Kellas
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| Appears As:
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Kellas
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| Birth Date:
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November 10th, 1987
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| Apparent Age:
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Late Twenties
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| Occupation:
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Thief
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| Needle:
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Scholar
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| Thread:
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Revenge
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| Sphere:
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Changeling
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| Court:
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Autumn
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| Seeming:
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Beast
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| Kith:
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Helldiver
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| Entitlement:
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None yet.
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| Motley:
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None yet.
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| Keeper:
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The Wildwoods Aunt
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Notable Stats
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| STAT
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🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴
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| STAT
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⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️
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Soundtrack
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Siouxsie And The Banshees ~ Spellbound
- From the cradle bars
- Comes a beckoning voice
- It sends you spinning
- You have no choice
- You hear a laughter
- Cracking through the walls
- It sends you spinning
- You have no choice
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Sleigh Bells ~ Locust Laced
- A screaming comes a thousand miles
- It might be yours it might be mine
- God forgive but don’t forget
- Your wicked self is rising
- Run rabbit run but you can’t escape
- The wicked way is here to stay
- Run rabbit run on broken legs
- The wicked day is here to stay
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