-he's not terribly tall. Perhaps only about 5' 6" or so. But he looks scarred and surly and like he's built quite sturdily. He looks a bit dangerous, something about him making others more than willing to generally shy away, particularly given the fact there's a sickly, ashen cast to his thick skin. That, and the unsteady look in wild, beady eyes he apparently loves changing the coloured contacts in with disturbing regularity. He's most often clad in nothing more than a tattered camo vest, shredded jeans, and battered combat boots with nails driven out through the heels, leaving lines of nasty, makeshift spikes around them. His attire shows off his arms... covered in battle and selfinflicted scars... and his bare chest, in the center of which is a massive scarification in the shape of a leering skull with enourmous, flat teeth. It's ringed in rows of safety pins casually pinned through his flesh. Dozens of them- [Fame 3, Dark Metal: drummer, Corpse Ravage; Slipped Seemings; Changeling Eyes. pm if Fae/Enchanted]
-that pallour becomes downright sickening, when the Mists part, and the musician is seen in all his... glory? Flesh the grey of mouldering oatmeal is laced with scars... both battle and selfinflicted... and punctured with agonizing frequency by nails, bolts, pins and piercings. His hair is generally kept long, matted and darkened by drying blood. Massive teeth, perfect for grinding errant limbs and bones, are revealed by the frequent grimaces he calls smiling, the gums black and receeded. Those beady eyes are even more disturbing, now, flashing and shifting in shade and hue with the bizarre vagaries of his mood... and seldom to the same single colour. His build is even stockier, now, clad in a rainment of tattered velvets and leathers hung with skins and furs... not all of them from your run of the mill animals-
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