| In his presence, one feels as though they've taken up with a Lost Boy. His hodgepodge sense of fashion lends much to this impression, as does the tufted, wild mohawk that adorns his head. In places it resembles feathers, in others, fur, the long back greatly resembling a dark tail. Clipped close, on the sides, his pointed ears show clearly. Golden eyes glimmer from behind the rakish fall of long, softly spiked bangs, reflecting his easy, rakish smile as shifting bands of sunlight play within them. His skin is amber, his clothing sporting a fair share of road dust. True to his kith, this man is a drifter, a wanderer, an adventurer. Simple, nondescript clothing becomes in the eyes of the Dreaming something a tad more.... poetic. A black shirt of something akin to silk wraps at the waist, fastened with two ebony buttons and leaving his chest bare. Framed by the placket and collar are strands of garnets, small beads and massive pendants aligned to form a sort of breastplate, similar in form to that of east coast Native Americans. Battered breeches of what look to be fashioned from the flesh of a crimson reptile sweep down to ragged, dusty black boots. Over these, he wears a long duster of oxblood leather, and a light aba woven loosely from strands of spun silver and gold. About his slim waist is a belt of heavy silverwork inlaid with gems and bone, all manner of crystals, animal pelts and small oddments tucked into and dangling from it. |
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