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Beholder: an Overview
Appearance Lancaster is a giant of a man, towering at an impressive 6’4” when he chooses to rise to his full height. Somewhere along the way, his heritage has bestowed him not only with the shifting blood, but also with an exotic and compelling blend of ethnicities. His hair is dark, his cheekbones high and sharp, his jaw angular; his skin has a duskiness that is certainly not Caucasian, but the cut of his brow is somehow not altogether Bengali. His mouth is exotic - the upper lip sculpted, the lower sensual - and it has a habit of curving up at the edges, and at the edges only. And then
there are his eyes: a tilt that is not quite human, and a hue that is
not remotely so. Golden,
are they – the gleaming, glowing, resonant tone of molten gold. His physique is powerful and beautifully proportioned, massive shoulders tapering to a graceful, muscular waist, lean hips, long limbs. For all his imposing size, he is a languid creature, often preferring to lean rather than stand, lounge rather than sit. And for all his languor, his eyes are a wild thing’s, always imbued with a disconcerting, lazy curiosity. Most times his attention drifts casual and careless over those about him, slipping over man and child alike to seek out the more interesting patterns of the streets, the skies, the sun. Sometimes, though, one thing captures his attention – and when focused, fine-tuned, the intensity of that golden gaze is almost too much to bear. One gets the feeling that somewhere in the back of his mind, Lancaster is always musing one question over for all he looks upon: is it good eating?
Statistics Name:
Sanket Avanindra, "Lancaster" |
