Post by Silver on Jan 12, 2020 11:17:33 GMT -5
"Good boys go to heaven,
bad boys bring heaven to you..."
bad boys bring heaven to you..."
You may sense him before you see him. That little shiver up the back of your neck, that unexpected fluttering in your stomach. The faint scent of some indiscernible spice in the air- one that causes you to inhale over and over, trying to place it. It's not unpleasant at all, but being unable to place what exactly it is may prick against your mind. Within a city he is always freshly clean and neatly pressed.
Then you see him. He stands at 6' with his boots on, or 5'9 without. His form moving with poised, eloquent steps, dignity and an eerie fluid grace. The body shape of this man is true to his elven heritage, though boasting a more rhomboid shape- with shoulders that are quite well-built, supporting a modestly broad chest.
Any clothing he wears- he wears it very well. Everything is made to fit his form precisely, playing casually off his dusky kissed flesh, more on the deep greyish-black side than purple. His footwear always have thick heels which add to his height.
His hair and brows play a stark contrast to his skin, having lost all its natural color- turning it a shimmering shade of whites and silvers. It always seems to lie neatly upon his crown, easily brushed back with his nimble fingers, the undercut long on the top and shorter on the sides and around the back. On the right side is a single, long braid that falls over his shoulder. The end secured with a jewel encrusted cuff.
Glowing almond shaped silver eyes which twist with tendrils of inky void purple are lined heavily with black eyeliner. The orbs set atop a pair of high cheek bones are continuously scanning his environment with an impassive air.
His supple lips demand attention quietly. While in a relaxed position they seem to hold a natural secret smile, poised along his cut jawline, which occasionally twitches when he is in thought or concentrating. His expressions can be quite animated. Each drawing forth sincere emotion from the one with him. His smile can be infectious,though as warm as it may be, his frown or angry glare can cause ones blood to run cold. His pout tugs at all heart strings, his pensive stare causes one to also become thoughtful. His eyebrows are expressive, accentuating each emotion.
Long, nimble fingers are usually adorned with various heavy rings of silver depending on his mood. None upon his pinkies, though he always wears a twisting silver band upon his right thumb. His nails are kept at a respectable length, neatly manicured and usually painted black.
To hear his voice, you would find him soft spoken, though rich, ringing with a confident air. Every word richly caressed by his Thalnassian accent. It has been rumored, his singing voice is a gift from above, eliciting goosebumps and shivers along the flesh of even the most hardened critic.
Should you see this man working in an instance, or out in the world, his countenance would be stern, brow knit in fierce concentration. In the heat of battle, it is rumored his voice usually reverberates powerfully to boost the moral of his allies through his intoxicating song.