Kendris felt it was time for a change. The last 30+ hours had been entirely trying. The League and Ken had gone full force on the Purifiers and had made what looked to be a visible dent in their operation, but something still seemed off. But he had stood up to the man and the group that had thought it was okay to murder innocent people because they weren't similar to them. It hit tones within the young man that reminded him of the mindset of people that were against the various minorities he encompassed, back home in the South.

Slowly he began to shave his head, the ability to hold a mirror with telekinesis as he cut his hair was a useful boon. He then cleaned up the loose hair and prepared the box of dye that he had purchased earlier that Saturday morning. It was something he had never envisioned for himself, but it seemed fitting. It was odd running his fingers through his now short hair.

Not too much longer later, he looked at himself in the mirror, after getting freshly shaved and cutting his hair. He liked the honey-golden curls sat there on top of his head, as he ran his hand over his faded sides. While he was in love with his cornrows, he just felt it was time for a change and this was what he had landed upon.

He looked in the mirror, into those gray eyes. He wore a charcoal shirt; darker colors are what he tended to prefer, and it seemed to go with the lighter hue of his eyes. His short, golden curls lay nestled over his olive complexion and seemed to bring out similar tones in his skin. Ken liked it and looked in his eyes, at himself, the new fully-ascended Dragon...