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| − | |align=center|<br>'' | + | |align=center|<br>''Creed is a ragged-looking man who could pass for being in his mid 30's, but could very well be younger. The stresses of a hard life has aged his skin, roughed it with sun and the outdoors. He's not a good looking man, though one might wonder if he could have been were life to deal him a different set of cards. |
| + | He stands at about 5'6", unassuming and unremarkable. Lanky and wired with muscle, he seems well-capeable of manual labor, but his fitness is more likely attributed to a distinct lack of fat. He keeps his short-cropped, sandy-colored hair clean, but his facial hair is somewhat unruly, coming down in thick sideburns and covering his chin in a goatee. His nose looks like it may have been broken once or twice, but his pale eyes are friendly and open thought a little cautious, perhaps a result of that broken nose. His hands are calloused, scarred, and his fingernails as dirty as a greasemonkeys, and his teeth are chipped but well taken care of for a panhandler. | ||
| + | He wears thick, sturdy jeans that have seen so much abuse they are nearly black, rubbed raw with holes. A black t-shirt does well to hide stains, and a red flannel keeps him warm. Over all of this is a horse-hide leather jacket that looks somewhat oversized for him, obviously purchased or made for someone with more bulk. On his head, he wears a baseball cap turned backwards. The bill is pierced through with rings of sorts, picked up from various places, marking his skill as a body modifier. | ||
| + | The most striking feature on his man is his facial tattoo. Intricate designs, true tribal rather than the spikey network so popular in body art, adorn the left side of his face from hairline to jaw, faded with age.''<br><br> | ||
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Revision as of 17:47, 1 August 2012
Creed is a ragged-looking man who could pass for being in his mid 30's, but could very well be younger. The stresses of a hard life has aged his skin, roughed it with sun and the outdoors. He's not a good looking man, though one might wonder if he could have been were life to deal him a different set of cards. He stands at about 5'6", unassuming and unremarkable. Lanky and wired with muscle, he seems well-capeable of manual labor, but his fitness is more likely attributed to a distinct lack of fat. He keeps his short-cropped, sandy-colored hair clean, but his facial hair is somewhat unruly, coming down in thick sideburns and covering his chin in a goatee. His nose looks like it may have been broken once or twice, but his pale eyes are friendly and open thought a little cautious, perhaps a result of that broken nose. His hands are calloused, scarred, and his fingernails as dirty as a greasemonkeys, and his teeth are chipped but well taken care of for a panhandler.
He wears thick, sturdy jeans that have seen so much abuse they are nearly black, rubbed raw with holes. A black t-shirt does well to hide stains, and a red flannel keeps him warm. Over all of this is a horse-hide leather jacket that looks somewhat oversized for him, obviously purchased or made for someone with more bulk. On his head, he wears a baseball cap turned backwards. The bill is pierced through with rings of sorts, picked up from various places, marking his skill as a body modifier.
The most striking feature on his man is his facial tattoo. Intricate designs, true tribal rather than the spikey network so popular in body art, adorn the left side of his face from hairline to jaw, faded with age.
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