He's used to attention, so he won't object if you stare. Doesn't seem to mind it. His face is carefully blank, delicate features sharp like new pebbles, not yet worn down by the waves of time. His eyes glow slightly, a soaring blue, the type of blue you could drown in. His eyes are circled by silver tattoos, giving him an owlish, permanently surprised look. The tattoos flicker slightly, weaving their way up his horns and trailing down his neck. Don't comment on them. Not even a well-meant compliment. They weren't his choice, and he's tried to remove them, but they come back.



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