Merit: Seeming's Blessing
Flaw: Changeling Eyes
Flaw: Slipped Seeming, 3 pts. - Touch of Frost
-He's decently tall. A bit above average, anyway. Perhaps just about five foot eleven, or six feet. And slender, that's easy enough to see, by the cut of his elegant, tailored slacks and silken shirt. Very much athletic, as well, with the build of mayhaps a swimmer, or fencer. Possibly a dancer. With eyes like ice, he watches those around him, studying them. Learning, perhaps. There's a sense of nobility about him both fearsome and sorrowful to behold. This man is a god. Or so someone had once dreamed. And, by the vagaries of dan, he shall be a god, again.- [pm if Fae/Enchanted]
-with the parting of the Mists comes an arctic blast to straighten one's spine, and chill the blood in your veins. One can swear they hear the scream of a Siberian wind, and the howl of hungry wolves as this frigid bit of the Dream makes his presence definitively known. In his eyes can be seen the crystaline glitter of ice, the halted flow of deep, cold waters. Shimmering flakes hang in locks of spunsilk, silver hair. 'Cicles rattle and sharply chime from stark black clothing cinched to fit and flare, and flakes alight upon the ruff of rich furs circling collar, hem and wrist of his immaculate, silvered velvet and wolf*hide coat. His one piece of jewelry is a simple, black dragon scale chain from which dangles one seemingly plain pendant: a golden, radial sun. Obviously, this one was born to rule. And, though many may have forgotten his blazon... he's not forgotten his place amongst men as a god-
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