Joaquin/Description

The beauty of the ambiguous and the liminal. A young man, seemingly not so far past the pivotal moment between youth and manhood, masculine and feminine. He is slightly built, shorter than average, and blade-slim, the fall of his long straight black hair soft against cinnamon-brown skin. Brows, lips, nose echo each other in elegant gothic arches, the balance of bone to flesh a bit sturdy one moment, a bit frail the next. His lips are full and sensual, his smile knowing, lending a certain ripeness to his beauty; his eyes are velvet brown, liquid darkness so deep they might as well be black. Chip on his shoulder grace in the way he moves, knowing darkness in his eyes, keenly aware that nobody cares what he says as long as it makes his pretty lips move; he's in on the joke.