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{{Tab}}A giant, ponderous bipedal dog-like creature, sporting patches of long dark hair and shorter, more supple patches along his arms and legs, with the majority of the length appearing at his hands and feet, around his neck, and off the ends of his ears. His face has a distended snout, his eyes are dark and reflect light with unnerving intensity. when he breathes, it's like the stoking of a bellows over coals. A hiss of heat and fire surges within his chest, and each exhale comes with a rising light in his eyes. A few years less Wyrd progression and he'd have been cute. A little more, and he'd be elegant and dangerous and beautiful. Rather like a Briarwolf, really. | {{Tab}}A giant, ponderous bipedal dog-like creature, sporting patches of long dark hair and shorter, more supple patches along his arms and legs, with the majority of the length appearing at his hands and feet, around his neck, and off the ends of his ears. His face has a distended snout, his eyes are dark and reflect light with unnerving intensity. when he breathes, it's like the stoking of a bellows over coals. A hiss of heat and fire surges within his chest, and each exhale comes with a rising light in his eyes. A few years less Wyrd progression and he'd have been cute. A little more, and he'd be elegant and dangerous and beautiful. Rather like a Briarwolf, really. | ||
{{Tab}}This creature, misshapen as it is, is nonetheless dressed in an elegant silk robe. Black with white trim. There is an elaborate black felt hat atop his head, fastened there with a white silk ribbon tethered beneath his jaw. He tends to carry a walking staff with him, forked at one end with an eight sided hurricane lantern hanging from a pin spanning between the ends of the fork. It swings and bobs as he walks, but surrounds him in a surprising amount of light for its simple employment of glass, mirrors, and a single candle. | {{Tab}}This creature, misshapen as it is, is nonetheless dressed in an elegant silk robe. Black with white trim. There is an elaborate black felt hat atop his head, fastened there with a white silk ribbon tethered beneath his jaw. He tends to carry a walking staff with him, forked at one end with an eight sided hurricane lantern hanging from a pin spanning between the ends of the fork. It swings and bobs as he walks, but surrounds him in a surprising amount of light for its simple employment of glass, mirrors, and a single candle. | ||
{{Tab}}It takes a while to realize if he holds still he has resting animations, and sometimes his feet clip into the ground. | |||
<h3>''Mantle''</h3> | <h3>''Mantle''</h3> | ||
{{Tab}}A scent of petrichor and ozone in the period between a gentle rain and the storm. At night, shooting stars appear in the sky, moss gasses rise and glow, and all the lights of seasonal spring present themselves for consideration. Indoors, lights may flicker as though a storm rages outdoors. The pressure may suddenly change, pressing windows against their panes as though a large door had been opened or a gust were billowing outside. | {{Tab}}A scent of petrichor and ozone in the period between a gentle rain and the storm. At night, shooting stars appear in the sky, moss gasses rise and glow, and all the lights of seasonal spring present themselves for consideration. Indoors, lights may flicker as though a storm rages outdoors. The pressure may suddenly change, pressing windows against their panes as though a large door had been opened or a gust were billowing outside. | ||
Latest revision as of 00:44, 4 January 2022
Mask
Standing at right around six feet in height, Miguel has the deceptively strong physique of a swimmer or runner. He's perhaps not built for power, but he's clearly no stranger to exercise. The casual fitness of a sports instructor, soldier, or that annoying friend who dropped all the baby weight in three months. He's dressed casually, but always with an eye towards comfort and general appearance. He may often be caught 'underdressed' but he is never caught without being put together in some fashion. The fashion awareness comes with the same outward casualness as his fitness, equally annoyingly. Despite this, he still has a geniality about him that others tend to find ingratiating. He's always ready with a smile.
Mien
A giant, ponderous bipedal dog-like creature, sporting patches of long dark hair and shorter, more supple patches along his arms and legs, with the majority of the length appearing at his hands and feet, around his neck, and off the ends of his ears. His face has a distended snout, his eyes are dark and reflect light with unnerving intensity. when he breathes, it's like the stoking of a bellows over coals. A hiss of heat and fire surges within his chest, and each exhale comes with a rising light in his eyes. A few years less Wyrd progression and he'd have been cute. A little more, and he'd be elegant and dangerous and beautiful. Rather like a Briarwolf, really.
This creature, misshapen as it is, is nonetheless dressed in an elegant silk robe. Black with white trim. There is an elaborate black felt hat atop his head, fastened there with a white silk ribbon tethered beneath his jaw. He tends to carry a walking staff with him, forked at one end with an eight sided hurricane lantern hanging from a pin spanning between the ends of the fork. It swings and bobs as he walks, but surrounds him in a surprising amount of light for its simple employment of glass, mirrors, and a single candle.
It takes a while to realize if he holds still he has resting animations, and sometimes his feet clip into the ground.
Mantle
A scent of petrichor and ozone in the period between a gentle rain and the storm. At night, shooting stars appear in the sky, moss gasses rise and glow, and all the lights of seasonal spring present themselves for consideration. Indoors, lights may flicker as though a storm rages outdoors. The pressure may suddenly change, pressing windows against their panes as though a large door had been opened or a gust were billowing outside.