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Piotr has seen better days. His six foot frame has a slight hunch and though he appears to be in his mid 20's there is something hard and aged about him. His leonine features smudged in shadow, aristocratic cheekbones and a Russian heritage giving him a puckish quality once endearing now somehow disturbing[;] boyish yet forced to grow up to soon. A chin length mane of golden hair cascades wildly about his head. Spiral locks of sun kissed gold framing his noble face and long silver chains bearing unusual ornaments hang from his ears. His eyes are like pools of tropical water; the deep blue of the Mediterranean. Soulful and wild[;] somehow he seems lost drowned within them. His expressive mouth no longer stretched in an easy grin his expression emanates only a distracted sorrow.

Desert fatigues have replaced his usual leathers. When he moves it is with a distracted hesitance as if he weer high or mentally distracted his natural grace causes this to almost make it appear as if he was gliding through the world without touching it, leaving behind only shadows. The scent of the desert mixes with that of cinnamon and jasmine lifting from his skin. An off-white cotton shirt hangs open, revealing a long slice of lean-muscled chest and stomach. A set of Mala's made of blue glass beads hangs from his neck in stark contrast to his alabaster skin. His long slender hands and fingers have been covered with Mehendi casting the shadow of an unusual strength over them as if no longer an artist's hands but those of a maker or shaper of things. His wrists and forearms covered in braided cloth and jangling silvered bracelets. A patched leather long coat hangs off his shoulders, draping over his form in voluminous folds to hang like wings cut from the night sky a beaded cloth zen beg hangs over his shoulder and rests at his hip.%r%r

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-|align=center|<br>''Piotr has seen better days. His six foot frame has a slight hunch and though he appears to be in his mid 20's there is something hard and aged about him. His leonine features smudged in shadow, aristocratic cheekbones and a Russian heritage giving him a puckish quality once endearing now somehow distubing[;] boyish yet forced to grow up to soon. A chin length mane of golden hair cascades wildly about his head. Spiral locks of sun kissed gold framing his noble face and long silver chains bearing unusal ornaments hang from his ears. His eyes are like pools of tropical water; the deep blue of the Mediterranean. Soulful and wild[;] somehow he seems lost drowned within them. His expressive mouth no longer stretched in an easy grin his expression eminates only a distracted sarrow.<br><br>Desert fatigues have replaced his usal leathers. When he moves it is with a distracted hestiance as if he weer high or mentaly distracted his natural grace causes this to allmost make it appear as if he was gliding through the world without touching it, leaving behind only shadows. The scent of the desert mixes with that of cinnamon and jasmine lifting from his skin. An off-white cotton shirt hangs open, revealing a long slice of lean-muscled chest and stomach. A set of  Mala's made of blue glass beads hangs from his neck in stark contrast to his alabaster skin. His long slender hands and fingers have been covered with Mehendi casting the shadow of an unusual strength over them as if no longer an artist's hands but those of a maker or shaper of things. His wrists and forearms covered in braided cloth and jangling silvered bracelets. A patched leather long coat hangs off his shoulders, draping over his form in voluminous folds to hang like wings cut from the night sky a beaded cloth zen beg hangs over his shoulder and rests at his hip.''<br><br>
+|align=center|<br>''Piotr has seen better days. His six foot frame has a slight hunch and though he appears to be in his mid 20's there is something hard and aged about him. His leonine features smudged in shadow, aristocratic cheekbones and a Russian heritage giving him a puckish quality once endearing now somehow disturbing[;] boyish yet forced to grow up to soon. A chin length mane of golden hair cascades wildly about his head. Spiral locks of sun kissed gold framing his noble face and long silver chains bearing unusual ornaments hang from his ears. His eyes are like pools of tropical water; the deep blue of the Mediterranean. Soulful and wild[;] somehow he seems lost drowned within them. His expressive mouth no longer stretched in an easy grin his expression emanates only a distracted sorrow.<br><br>Desert fatigues have replaced his usual leathers. When he moves it is with a distracted hesitance as if he weer high or mentally distracted his natural grace causes this to almost make it appear as if he was gliding through the world without touching it, leaving behind only shadows. The scent of the desert mixes with that of cinnamon and jasmine lifting from his skin. An off-white cotton shirt hangs open, revealing a long slice of lean-muscled chest and stomach. A set of Mala's made of blue glass beads hangs from his neck in stark contrast to his alabaster skin. His long slender hands and fingers have been covered with Mehendi casting the shadow of an unusual strength over them as if no longer an artist's hands but those of a maker or shaper of things. His wrists and forearms covered in braided cloth and jangling silvered bracelets. A patched leather long coat hangs off his shoulders, draping over his form in voluminous folds to hang like wings cut from the night sky a beaded cloth zen beg hangs over his shoulder and rests at his hip.%r%r''<br><br>
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