| The only markings touching my smooth skin are ebony tattoos. The one in the middle of my chest is of a wicked Jolly Rogers. Two twin stars on either one of my shoulders, typicaly obscured by the sleeze of my shirt. Though, when doing business, none of my lovely skin art is in view. My dark hair is almost always slicked back with some sort of product, and despite that, few wry strand hang over my brow haphazardly. I dress myself in simply the finest coture designs. they drape my sledner form in nothing short of living poetry. No, I'm not conceited, I just knows what looks good on me. A plain, but distinct white egyptian cotton shirt with wonderful albaloney buttons. It has a slightly streamlined and urban feel about it. Only buttoned once or twice in the middle, letting the rest hang free.. Fine jeans of great quality cling to my sharp hips, gracing my rather long legs. Flowing beautifully into a highly polished pair of masculine ankle boots. A fine black leather belt, matched perfectly with a sliver gun shaped belt buckle. There is a single black stud in my left ear, a wide banded watch on my right wrist and a large plain silver band on my right middle finger. |
