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Subject:Desmond
There's something strange about this man. A smile flashes beneath the shadows of a helm fashioned from an enormous bird skull as he draws yet another stripe on his arm with a dark marker. His slight, pale frame is covered in tiger stripes and patterns. The doodles march up his arms and down his back, and wrap his sides, pointing to a cartoony Cheshire grin on his chest before vanishing beneath the waist of a worn pair of jeans. As if realizing he's being stared at, he suddenly cringes and tosses on a beaten flak jacket, hugging it tightly around his shoulders. Glowing pupils appear in the depths of the skull-helm's sockets and swivel to pierce you. The world goes black.
You hear crows caw in the distance. It's too dark to see, but you think you hear someone approach. You turn and suddenly there's light in the world again--and a face inches from your own. You yelp in surprise.
The man before you is far from frightening: He looks slightly disheveled, with a couple days stubble around an easy smile and dark rings under sad grey eyes. Without the skull obscuring his face, he might be considered handsome if he pulled a comb through his messy brown hair. He's not even that tall--maybe 5'11 if he stopped slouching.
Something skitters behind you, sending a chill down your back. This man may not frighten you, but you have a feeling that creature would. "Wake up," he mouths silently.
Your eyes snap open and you jerk in momentary confusion. You're back in the Infinite Tub; no crows or unseen monsters here. A glance at the stranger confirms he's still across the room, doodling on himself. Odd... You must have dozed off.
On occasion, Desmond will trade his helm for a necklace. The simple black cord is threaded through a scale version of his headgear, which appears to be equivalent in size to a crow's skull. When his helm is missing in the waking world, looking him in the eyes is something best avoided. Peering into them could bring heartwarming visions, but they are far more likely to overwhelm one's mind with incomprehensible terrors.
Thanks to Myra, he now has a pair of red lensed glasses crafted from the stuff of dreams to counteract the emotional turmoil his eyes invoke. Who knew shyguys and gals are so handy? The extreme tint of the lenses tends to give him a headache after a while, however, so he continues to favor his skull helm.
TLDR (You lazy gits);
Species: Baku (Dream Eater)
Appearance: Human
Height: Approx 5'11 (slouches)
Apparent age: Mid-20s/Early 30s
Notable adornments:
-A ring, cobalt blue framing a band of polished steel, adorns his left hand. He would sooner part with his hand than take it off.
-Tattooed tentacles curl over the hem of his pants, hinting at the permanently emblazoned kraken wrapped around his left thigh.
He's also sometimes a potato.
Desmond is the new face of Caz