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Should he be seen without a mask, or without any kind of concealment to veil his identity behind- the silver flashes of a studded piercing can be seen upon his tongue as he speaks. The smooth column of his throat is offset by a nasty-looking scar running lengthways over that pale expanse of skin; a visible attempt at slitting the little thief’s throat that was, once again, never given the attention it so deserved. | Should he be seen without a mask, or without any kind of concealment to veil his identity behind- the silver flashes of a studded piercing can be seen upon his tongue as he speaks. The smooth column of his throat is offset by a nasty-looking scar running lengthways over that pale expanse of skin; a visible attempt at slitting the little thief’s throat that was, once again, never given the attention it so deserved. | ||
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| − | Both his ears are pierced with a number of rings, varying from studs to hoops. His left sits home to a sapphire hanging from the very end, something well enough out of the ordinary for a street rat. Any number of useless and stolen trinkets could be upon him; a star-shaped brooch pinned to the back of his belt or a too-large watch hanging off his wrist. Around his neck is a smooth chain with a severed paw linked onto the very end, left to hang over his sternum. The claws have been engraved with smooth carvings that almost seem to -glow- and -pulse-. Feathers have been woven on to this strange pendant, and Mouse often can be seen toying with it. | + | |
| + | Both his ears are pierced with a number of rings, varying from studs to hoops. His left sits home to a sapphire hanging from the very end, something well enough out of the ordinary for a street rat. Any number of useless and stolen trinkets could be upon him; a star-shaped brooch pinned to the back of his belt or a too-large watch hanging off his wrist. Around his neck is a smooth chain with a severed paw linked onto the very end, left to hang over his sternum. The claws have been engraved with smooth carvings that almost seem to -glow- and -pulse-. Feathers have been woven on to this strange pendant, and Mouse often can be seen toying with it. | ||
Should he be caught without his leathers; a plethora of scars would be visible on his pale skin. Claw marks rake down over his right shoulder, a deep incision sits closed messily over his sternum, a sharp strike over his abdomen, powder burns and peppered little scars litter his arms and hands, and a faded tattoo of an eye is upon the back of his left hand. The inside of this wrist is badly scarred and burned; the blackened edges of a narrow brand are visible; peeking out each side of the heavy scarring in three seperate, jutting points. | Should he be caught without his leathers; a plethora of scars would be visible on his pale skin. Claw marks rake down over his right shoulder, a deep incision sits closed messily over his sternum, a sharp strike over his abdomen, powder burns and peppered little scars litter his arms and hands, and a faded tattoo of an eye is upon the back of his left hand. The inside of this wrist is badly scarred and burned; the blackened edges of a narrow brand are visible; peeking out each side of the heavy scarring in three seperate, jutting points. | ||
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Mouse Vaegaji the illusion  About
 Bone-white hair that tapers off into effortless ringlets falls down to the sway of this little thief’s back, ending level with his navel when left to its own devices- though often, he tames it within a loose braid, or in a single, silver tie that comes drawn over a too-thin, angular shoulder. The Mouse’s hair is so dull, and so lifeless in appearance that it lacks any conceivable shine- yet nevertheless, it remains impossibly soft to the touch. The thief’s stature is lithe, and agile— built for speed, and not strength. He’s thin, and he’s bony— wiry frame home to jutting hipbones, angular shoulders, and a ribcage that could be counted; enough to echo the glaring possibility of one too many missed meals. Soft features make a pleasing backdrop to the remnants of his left eye; for it in itself is gone. It has been replaced with a simple, foggy glass sphere free of any conceivable nor distinguishing qualities. A too-large, too-hard orb crammed into his socket purely to keep it open, to keep it from shrinking in on itself. His eyelids are swollen, red-hued, and often oozing with pus from a lingering infection that has remained stagnant far too long, from being stretched and held too wide, and that has never been given the attention it so deserves. The eyelids of this eye are entirely useless— they no longer move when the Mouse blinks. It comes bordered by a grizzled vertical scar that runs straight over his eyelids, and through his eyebrow. It, too comes bordered by red- as if it could still be fresh. His other eye, however, is an over-bright chartreuse, lit with mischief, with eagerness, and the faintest wisp of what could only be pure insanity. Should he be seen without a mask, or without any kind of concealment to veil his identity behind- the silver flashes of a studded piercing can be seen upon his tongue as he speaks. The smooth column of his throat is offset by a nasty-looking scar running lengthways over that pale expanse of skin; a visible attempt at slitting the little thief’s throat that was, once again, never given the attention it so deserved. 
Should he be caught without his leathers; a plethora of scars would be visible on his pale skin. Claw marks rake down over his right shoulder, a deep incision sits closed messily over his sternum, a sharp strike over his abdomen, powder burns and peppered little scars litter his arms and hands, and a faded tattoo of an eye is upon the back of his left hand. The inside of this wrist is badly scarred and burned; the blackened edges of a narrow brand are visible; peeking out each side of the heavy scarring in three seperate, jutting points. Mouse clothes himself in faded and worn leathers, dark colours and muted shades that show signs of age and of constant repair in order to maintain upkeep. It would be rare for one to ever see him in anything else. At his sides are often a pair of knives, sharpened to a gleam, stained and scratched from constant use, dripping with a poison that echoes clear lethality.
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