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Anomie Chalk Dust
 Joined: 04 Mar 2009 Posts: 10 Karma: 0
2.25 Experience
Fri Mar 06, 2009 12:13 am
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In mortal mask, Edward could be any twenty-something college student, lank auburn hair falling over his brilliant green eyes, lips tightened to a lighter shade than the rest of his weathered face. He's usually clean-shaven and favors button down shirts and slacks. In the Hedge he often dons slightly plainer or more anachronistic clothes, but he is paranoid about "fitting in" when venturing among mortals.
In fae mien the young college student face weathers, crows-feet tracking along the corners of the eyes, cheeks lining with creases that morph into a mazelike mosaic when he laughs, though he rarely does anymore. His skin acquires a sickly gray tinge to match his lips, and sourceless shadows appear over his form, shadows of leaves and trees and thorns. But his stiff neck and light feet betray a certain vitality lacking in most archetypal cantankerous old men.
Wizened Soldier/Woodwalker, Courtless _________________ 'As a youth I prayed, "Give me chastity and continence, but not yet."' - St Augustine
I am Edward Benedict, Courtless Wizened Soldier/Woodwalker and Baron of the Lesser Ones, and at this time I am nobody else. Except myself.
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