Clothier
"For as a surfeit of the sweetest things
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings,
Or as the heresies that men do leave
Are hated most of those they did deceive,
So thou, my surfeit and my heresy,
Of all be hated, but the most of me!"
[Striking Looks 1 "Charming"]
The Mask
Clothier is always possessed of two things: a colorful wardrobe, and a skindeep smile. The former seems to be a kaleidoscope of colors that somehow manage to form a rather well put together wardrobe, with nothing off the rack at all. His wardrobe is entirely either created or heavily adjusted by him personally.
The latter is more reflective of how he always has a ready smile, a very pleasant voice, and something to say, although deflections are common before he would ever dare give voice to something personal. That's just bad behavior, were one to ask him.
The Mien
He's quite skilled at fashioning and accessorizing whatever appearance he likes, and changes between them as need and occasion suit. However, when deprived of said artifices, he bears all of the cloth cursed markings of his forebear. In said mien deprived of appearance, his face is nigh featureless, only his glowing blue eyes remaining visible.
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings,
Or as the heresies that men do leave
Are hated most of those they did deceive,
So thou, my surfeit and my heresy,
Of all be hated, but the most of me!"
[Striking Looks 1 "Charming"]
The Mask
Clothier is always possessed of two things: a colorful wardrobe, and a skindeep smile. The former seems to be a kaleidoscope of colors that somehow manage to form a rather well put together wardrobe, with nothing off the rack at all. His wardrobe is entirely either created or heavily adjusted by him personally.
The latter is more reflective of how he always has a ready smile, a very pleasant voice, and something to say, although deflections are common before he would ever dare give voice to something personal. That's just bad behavior, were one to ask him.
The Mien
He's quite skilled at fashioning and accessorizing whatever appearance he likes, and changes between them as need and occasion suit. However, when deprived of said artifices, he bears all of the cloth cursed markings of his forebear. In said mien deprived of appearance, his face is nigh featureless, only his glowing blue eyes remaining visible.