M'sar
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Appearance
Not considerable in height, and what he has being composed of lanky limbs, M'sar is quite boyish. His features, the more notable being a pointed nose and a mouth that's a little big, are also youthful. Meanwhile, the messy trim of his light blond hair, the utter paleness of his skin, and the green of his eyes being so murky as to appear grey, he has the appearance of being all-in-all washed-out.
It's a simple wardrobe of a yellow shirt that does nothing for his complexion, the cinnamon brown of a jacket over that, and slacks of an off-white dye. The jacket bulks up his shoulders some, but where it cuts off at his hips, the pants do nothing to hide that he just has very little there, no meat at all. Over his generally unmanaged blond hair can typically be seen a hat of some variety. And it doesn't always match the rest of the outfit, either.
Rumors
| If you want to know the truth about my life, it's a scam, it's a scam, it's a scam. |
- "That scrawny little one? He's from Telgar, isn't he? Pretty sure I heard Telgar."
- "I think the sun goes into hiding whenever that dragon a'his comes out. How else does he stay that pale?"
- "Him? That's L'nis."
- "He's in my wing, isn't he. Think he and B'sil got into it big one ti-- no, that can't be right."
- "Work in the infirmary, I do, and I don't think I ever saw a candidate who visited more often than he. Think it's likely good luck he's got that big bronze now to look out for him. Never woulda guessed."
RP Logs
| My evil plan to save the world, just you wait till it's unfurled. |
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Kushvetath
| And if you fall as Lucifer fell: the flame, the sword. |
Haughty bearing and clean, powerful lines spark a dangerous combination in this average-sized bronze. He's molten in both curves and color, from the very beginning of his nose, an aquiline beak that seems somehow as sharp as his deliberately-placed onyx talons. Those echoes of flame ripple throughout his classically-proportioned figure, though hints of mottling also singe his joints: here some copper spattered over his shoulders, there charcoal showing through cracks around his jaw and up to one slightly narrowed eye. It is his wings, most of all, that resemble nothing so much as half-worked metal. Delicate laceworks of shadow cross veins of super-heated crimson that seem lit from within, tracing patternless chaos across their broad sails. They appear in a perpetual state of cracking, as if the slightest breeze would flake the unfinished planes of his wings entirely apart.
History
| I'm not the man I used to be. |
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Mentioned In... Logs
| Trouble is a friend, yeah, trouble is a friend of mine. |
No logs have been posted yet.
Extras
| Relationships | ||
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| B'sil | Wingleader | Thoughts. |
| Name | Relationship | Thoughts. |
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| Scissor Sisters | "I Can't Decide" | No wonder why, my heart feels petrified; it's cold and hard and dead inside. |
| Starlight Express | "Wide Smile" | Just 'cause I smile all the time, don't mean I'm not into crime. |
| Nina Simone | "Sinnerman" | Oh, sinnerman. Where you gonna run to? |
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