by Somebody Wed Mar 16, 2011 5:07 pmJacques Eloi Squalor.
His age, as the age of a woman going on forty, is variable, and will be based on the individual story. The standard is a year or two on either side of twenty, but never twenty in itself.
Oh yes, he is also a man. Gentleman, I may add.
If we were to describe this fellow, it could be summed up pretty well into such:
Human, mostly.
Ethnically, he’s from a French lineage-and his nationality is up to the winds of story to decide. He looks healthy enough-but there are a few discrepancies. His skin’s too white in some places, and in others, verging on a dull grey. The largest of grey patches is covered with a Victorian pocket watch face tattooed on his chest. Jacques is long-limbed, his elongated and smoothly muscled frame giving the illusion of greater height. He is much heavier than he looks, weighing in at a good hundred and sixty pounds to his five foot eleven.
The face continues with the monochromatic, his hair the greasy black of an oil spill, swept over his face in short locks to hide his eyes and the rest conforming to the back of his neck. The only thing shining through this ashen facade is his eyes, glowing a cunning sort of sienna, that gleam amber in the light.
He is never seen without his military jacket. Anything else was probably stolen.
A lovable rogue, Jacques does what he wants, when he wants, regardless of others around him. He is a firm believer in sex before marriage, and is very much inclined towards the women of the room.
His age, as the age of a woman going on forty, is variable, and will be based on the individual story. The standard is a year or two on either side of twenty, but never twenty in itself.
Oh yes, he is also a man. Gentleman, I may add.
If we were to describe this fellow, it could be summed up pretty well into such:
Human, mostly.
Ethnically, he’s from a French lineage-and his nationality is up to the winds of story to decide. He looks healthy enough-but there are a few discrepancies. His skin’s too white in some places, and in others, verging on a dull grey. The largest of grey patches is covered with a Victorian pocket watch face tattooed on his chest. Jacques is long-limbed, his elongated and smoothly muscled frame giving the illusion of greater height. He is much heavier than he looks, weighing in at a good hundred and sixty pounds to his five foot eleven.
The face continues with the monochromatic, his hair the greasy black of an oil spill, swept over his face in short locks to hide his eyes and the rest conforming to the back of his neck. The only thing shining through this ashen facade is his eyes, glowing a cunning sort of sienna, that gleam amber in the light.
He is never seen without his military jacket. Anything else was probably stolen.
A lovable rogue, Jacques does what he wants, when he wants, regardless of others around him. He is a firm believer in sex before marriage, and is very much inclined towards the women of the room.
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