Difference between revisions of "Yuve'li Netahr"
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His hair is a bright grey, shining white under sunlight. At home, it was dull beneath the clouded sky, its color and his pallor of little more interest than the muddied snowbanks around him. Under the desert sun, their hue is striking. Of course, not all about him is pale – his large ears and long tail are tipped with black, a trait he proudly inherits from his honorable mother. Upon his forehead, he wears a black tear, right above and between his brows. It holds significance in his line of Keepers, but he knows no others in his line besides his own family. No one else thus far has realized its meaning.<br> | His hair is a bright grey, shining white under sunlight. At home, it was dull beneath the clouded sky, its color and his pallor of little more interest than the muddied snowbanks around him. Under the desert sun, their hue is striking. Of course, not all about him is pale – his large ears and long tail are tipped with black, a trait he proudly inherits from his honorable mother. Upon his forehead, he wears a black tear, right above and between his brows. It holds significance in his line of Keepers, but he knows no others in his line besides his own family. No one else thus far has realized its meaning.<br> | ||
| − | At only 20 years old, Yuve’li is still young, yet many confuse him for someone older. His seemingly stern gives him an air of maturity, and the scarlet war paint accents his features, giving him the impression of a glare. His hair, pulled back and tied with itself, is unconventional for city miqo’te of his age. Milder-mannered folk find him a little intimidating, even when he isn’t doing anything in particular. Timid individuals are quick to read aggression from him, even when there is none. His newfound reputation as a gladiator is doing him no favors.<br> | + | At only 20 years old, Yuve’li is still young, yet many confuse him for someone older. His seemingly stern demeanor gives him an air of maturity, and the scarlet war paint accents his features, giving him the impression of a glare. His hair, pulled back and tied with itself, is unconventional for city miqo’te of his age. Milder-mannered folk find him a little intimidating, even when he isn’t doing anything in particular. Timid individuals are quick to read aggression from him, even when there is none. His newfound reputation as a gladiator is doing him no favors.<br> |
He tries to carry himself with a steady dignity, but it’s obvious it’s an ill-fitting endeavor. Though his posture is upstanding at a glance, at closer look, there is always something off. He’s hunching in on himself just a tad, or his ears are flicked backwards just so, or his tail is skimming his thighs as he walks. When he sits, he tries to escape public eye, and he wraps up in himself even more, pulling a knee to his chest and hiding his mouth in his arms. If someone has reason to look closely enough, they’ll find his lips to be bitten and dry. | He tries to carry himself with a steady dignity, but it’s obvious it’s an ill-fitting endeavor. Though his posture is upstanding at a glance, at closer look, there is always something off. He’s hunching in on himself just a tad, or his ears are flicked backwards just so, or his tail is skimming his thighs as he walks. When he sits, he tries to escape public eye, and he wraps up in himself even more, pulling a knee to his chest and hiding his mouth in his arms. If someone has reason to look closely enough, they’ll find his lips to be bitten and dry. | ||
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