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10:35, 28th March 2024 (GMT+0)

Dorian

Dorian stands rigid with an imperial bearing, as if perpetually in the presence of some unseen royalty for whom he has only contempt. A thin black cloak clings to a stick-like form, reminiscent of a scarecrow stuffed with withered cynicism and dry superiority, instead of straw.

Dark eyes glitter like magnificent opals set in sunken sockets beneath a forehead nearly as tall as he is, but much broader, which ends in a sharp widow’s peak. His face is cadaverous, full of sharp ridges and hollow craters. Tight, leathery skin  seems to barely stretch over his skull, making his mouth thin, pale and unhappy. Shiny black hair drapes loose and carefree above his shoulders, as if it is the last fun-loving part of him holding out against his stern, dour regime.

His long, thin fingers wrap around an old walking staff of gnarled gray wood, cracked and worn smooth from ages of use. His gaze is unwavering and steady; his speech terse, brusque and laconic.