This Miqo’te is comprised of long, flowing lines and elegance. Everything about him is meticulously, near obsessively perfect from the silken sheen of his hair to the way his clothes hug him just so. He leaves his skin exposed above the waist, showing off soft blue-gray skin free of marks or blemishes. His face is youthful, though often neutral, carefully composed to stave off laugh-lines or crows-feet. Among his immediate abnormalities are the absence of markings natural to his kin around his eyes, and a lack of any coarse hair on his face. His hair is often found in one of two states: long and loose, reaching down to the bottom of his shoulder-blades looking as soft as silk, or tightly braided into thin rows that he pins up to keep out of his face.
Despite immediate appearances, Mrin’zi is definitively male in figure and shape. The muscles that line his arms and legs are firm and his jaw, though angled, is wide-set and squared. There’s a stubbornness to the shape of him, an unyielding stance that speaks volumes. He may appear slim and beautiful, but he is not easily pushed around – physically or otherwise.
His style of wardrobe varies. Most commonly he is found in dark leather pants ornamented with ties and frills that appear to serve no purpose save to accentuate the planes of hidden skin with a promise of what is to be found beneath. He is not one to approach without audible warning, his buckled boots clicking on any hard surface beneath them in a measured cadence. His top is fashionable, though minimal in nature – cashmere covering the pectorals and shoulder-blades with a white velvet hood wrapping around like a scarf. On occasion he’ll be seen with this hood up, assumedly to shield his eyes from bright sunlight.
Alternatively one might catch him in more rustic wear. Less revealing, though paying homage to a tribal nature he never could seem to shake. Pelts of white or brown, patterned with the natural showings of their original owner wrap around his figure. During these times he might be caught with a bow or spear in hand, hunter’s instincts running high.
Overall this Catte seems simple enough – another Courtesan roaming the streets of Ul’dah. Right?
Scars & Markings: None visible
Voice: Firm and ringing
Clothing: Boar hide pants and shoes, cashmere and velvet top
