Ix Tlacoatl
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| It was rarely intimidating when one was covered in flour. Ix didn't seem to care, using one hand to dust himself clean of flour. He was taller then some, a finger shy of 6ft. But like the stump of a great tree, where he wasn't tall he was wide. His exposed torso was like hard clay, just as brown-red with a subtle vibrancy. If one were to look close enough, they could also see the fine lines of circuit-esque tattoos. One can imagine many would look closely; it is an impressive physique, after all. It was the only skin visible besides his right hand, as the rest of him was covered in one way or another by lamellar armor. A strange design, as far as the perceivable purpose of armor went. His lower half still held the trappings of hide pants with fringes, and a hand axe hanging from his waist was pristine and clean. Notably, a few chips adorned the edge. His hair was as black as river stones, two long temple-anchored braids trailing down his chest, long feathers sprouting from the back. For an android to echo so much of a more...*ahem*...rural way of living was certainly a statement. There was no shame in the man's eyes for doing so. At least, one would think so, since there was no face to be seen. The mask that covered Ix's face was leather, made of burned maple brown and smoky black. The filigree burnt in were bold and tribal. The eye holes designed sharp enough to cut through common sense, because it certainly seemed out of place. It was even more so to those who hadn't seen the buff baker before. Funnily enough, that wasn't even the strangest thing about his appearance. Both of his arms were tightly wrapped completely in gray linens. The right arm had the bulges that came with bouldery muscles, and the other was...less so. There were gaps in the elbow, a sort of edged design where his palm was. There was still flour there too, which Ix - having walked a notable distance from the bakery he was freelancing at - finally managed to clap off. |
