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Etienne is a very. big. boy. Though he's likely to be found lazing about in the horizontal, he's well over 7.5 feet tall if he gets good enough reason to stand up straight- but even on two feet he tends to slouch. He's got limbs like tree trunks and is broad from the jaw down.
He'd definitely be pear shaped if not for how brawny his arms are- while you can tell there's considerable muscle through and through, his gut and neck tell a clear tale of his weakness for crawfish etouffee and fried oysters. He's a little cushy about the caboose, too, but c'mon, that's just 'pro-tek-shun' for his muscles. Regardless, he's *huge*.
He ain't got no danglies so he don't wear clothes. There's an old string of carnival beads around his wrist with a medallion hanging from it, facets of gold, green and purple long gone dull. Around his neck he wears a feather and a tiny bottle on hemp cord, and there's a veve etched into the scales of his bicep and a larger one on his back. The smaller has ink rubbed into it. A tiny gold ring cups the edge of an ear...ridge.. hole thingy.
His hands and feet are pretty much just.. gator like, but of course the fingers are more articulated, with pale blunt claws on the tips. His palms, nethers and more vulnerable bits in general are pinkened, like around his eyes and such. The eyes? Violet. They're small and, well he don't look to bright, and he talks reaaaal slow, but he's always smilin' so maybe you should say hey.
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Preferences: No hyper-types. Ain't got the attention for it. Leans toward females but eh, not too picky. Age is just a number, too.... If you don't mind him bein' no spring chicken.
Likes: Food, jazz, the sun, sleeping, sex, parties, rum, rubdowns, water...
Dislikes: Being hungry, cold, forced to do anything... like anything. He's lazy.
(image in the BG is what's carved into the hide of his back)