Post by Mr Gar on Nov 21, 2017 14:34:22 GMT -8
The short figure was dressed in a faded old suit of brown, pin striping running up and down his arms and legs. His white shirt was soft and buttoned tight around his neck. His vest was a soft gray and buttoned tight over a slender torso. His brown leather loafers had a pair of bright pennies set in the tops.
His brown hair was shoulder length and pulled back into a club at the base of his neck. His collar was raised to make it hard to see his neck. His beard was thick and combed down along his neck, trimmed to a neat point. A dented old bowler cap rested on his head, perched forward a little bit over his brow.
The man smelled of damp earth and musty stones. The smell seemed to emanate from him. Along with a chill that ran down the spines of the mortals he walked past. As though someone ran an ice cube down their spine or they had just received a small scare. His lips were pressed tightly together. Keeping his mouth hidden within his beard.
For all that he was just under five feet tall he seemed physically fit, his shoulders broad and his waist trim. His gnarled hands gripping an old black cane with a thick knobbed top and a gnarled length. It looked to be hand carved and the tip was carved into a point. He didn't seem to have a limp but he walked with the cane as though he had been born to it.
A close look would reveal dog hairs, tan animal fibers on the cuffs of his pants, as though he hadn't noticed them when he left for the evening and entered the Elysium. His head swiveling as he looked around the sanctuary to see what was present this evening.
His brown hair was shoulder length and pulled back into a club at the base of his neck. His collar was raised to make it hard to see his neck. His beard was thick and combed down along his neck, trimmed to a neat point. A dented old bowler cap rested on his head, perched forward a little bit over his brow.
The man smelled of damp earth and musty stones. The smell seemed to emanate from him. Along with a chill that ran down the spines of the mortals he walked past. As though someone ran an ice cube down their spine or they had just received a small scare. His lips were pressed tightly together. Keeping his mouth hidden within his beard.
For all that he was just under five feet tall he seemed physically fit, his shoulders broad and his waist trim. His gnarled hands gripping an old black cane with a thick knobbed top and a gnarled length. It looked to be hand carved and the tip was carved into a point. He didn't seem to have a limp but he walked with the cane as though he had been born to it.
A close look would reveal dog hairs, tan animal fibers on the cuffs of his pants, as though he hadn't noticed them when he left for the evening and entered the Elysium. His head swiveling as he looked around the sanctuary to see what was present this evening.