Post by Simon on Jan 6, 2018 19:30:45 GMT -5
At first glance, Simon doesn't look like much.
His physique is toned, though not overly so, his arms thicker with muscles than his middle, no well defined abs. His skin smells of charcoal and cherry wood, pale white and covered in various scars; the most obvious of which are several burn scars across his arms, below his elbows. Though most have faded to uneven patches of skin, his left hand looks rather freshly healed, bright pink and pockmarked though he seems to have no trouble using it. For the times when his back is revealed, there are several large scars criss-crossing his back, each one puckered and grotesque looking. His legs for the most part remain clean, aside from various cuts that had healed into smaller nearly faded scars.
His hair is shoulder length and neatly trimmed, a bright orange color that seems to have gold woven in when he stands in the sun. It is soft to the touch and very clear he takes good care of it. His beard is the same shade of orange, though there are strands of grey that have begun to grow in despite his young age. Like his hair, it is soft to the touch and kept neatly trimmed.
His eyes, a shade of ocean blue, are usually kept downcast as if he feels he is not enough to look another in the eyes, or perhaps it is a spark of disobedience? Despite this, he carries himself strongly; his shoulders upright and never hunched, his back perfectly rigid. His nose is sightly crooked, as if it was broken one too many times and faded dark circles show permanently beneath his eyes.
His voice when he speaks is usually kept low, and for those not paying attention he can be easy to miss. It is deep and oddly relaxing, as if every word had been practiced in front of a mirror dozens of times before coming from his lips.
His physique is toned, though not overly so, his arms thicker with muscles than his middle, no well defined abs. His skin smells of charcoal and cherry wood, pale white and covered in various scars; the most obvious of which are several burn scars across his arms, below his elbows. Though most have faded to uneven patches of skin, his left hand looks rather freshly healed, bright pink and pockmarked though he seems to have no trouble using it. For the times when his back is revealed, there are several large scars criss-crossing his back, each one puckered and grotesque looking. His legs for the most part remain clean, aside from various cuts that had healed into smaller nearly faded scars.
His hair is shoulder length and neatly trimmed, a bright orange color that seems to have gold woven in when he stands in the sun. It is soft to the touch and very clear he takes good care of it. His beard is the same shade of orange, though there are strands of grey that have begun to grow in despite his young age. Like his hair, it is soft to the touch and kept neatly trimmed.
His eyes, a shade of ocean blue, are usually kept downcast as if he feels he is not enough to look another in the eyes, or perhaps it is a spark of disobedience? Despite this, he carries himself strongly; his shoulders upright and never hunched, his back perfectly rigid. His nose is sightly crooked, as if it was broken one too many times and faded dark circles show permanently beneath his eyes.
His voice when he speaks is usually kept low, and for those not paying attention he can be easy to miss. It is deep and oddly relaxing, as if every word had been practiced in front of a mirror dozens of times before coming from his lips.
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