dressed in gunmetal grey all across him, a jacket that engulfs the tall man. an ombre fade finds it's way among his chest of curls (a gift from his father), into a light white. he stands tall, but is usually found slumped over, making him seem smaller than he is. besides, he doesn't like towering above anyone unless he has to. he is one to blend into the shadows. his only give away those heterochromatic eyes. with one pastel lavender and one olive green -- a reminder of a distant family that he had been raised away from. he is nothing short of sleek, fur tucked back and swept downwards, only the edges of his shoulders seem to turn upwards, the licks of curls from his chest working upwards, keeping him suited with a thick scarf thrown across the arch of his shoulders. his jawline is sharp and his face thin, body built in muscle but not nearly as much as long legs. he's lanky and awkward before anything, clumsy on his paws, but knowing when to lock his knees into place and balance himself when needed.

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 ❝the only winning move is not to play — ❞

— viligent poessesive, reclusive brooding, self-hating dysthymia, & restrained in constant battle with himself.