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Taking a look over the young boy before you you can guess that his age might be around 16 or so, but something in his eyes seems to belie a deeper wisdom of the ways of the world, the calm determined look that he wears a testament to that fact. He's wearing very simple and casual clothes that could easily be found just about anywhere.
His hair is a stark black color, and it bangs out in loose spikes that cover portions of his eyes at times, and most of it is just a mess to be pretty honest. The edges of his ears stick out from the mass of spikes, and can only really stand out because of the inner pink bits, as well as the little tufts of white coming from the bases of his ears. His eyes are the strongest feature of his face though, hard, and determined for whatever reason that may be, a calm stormy grey color, not unlike the twilight sea.
Around his neck is his rather large loose collar, which leads to his upper shirt, blue on the outside, and white lined on the inside, it is very loose over his thin but well built form, and by the way that it blows in the wind, it's sometimes hard to discern his form underneath it due to the extreme loose nature. The shirt goes down, past his waist a little bit, and tapers out along the edges of his hips.
His arms are mostly covered by that loose shirt of his and the wrinkles in the fabric as well as it's looseness makes his arms as indiscernible as the rest of his body concealed within the fabric, though his wrists and hands can be seen emerging from the edges. Notable, is the fact that his fingernails seem to be sharpened to points, very much like claws rather than being normal fingernails, and though he may be able to withdraw them, he only seems to do so when he wants to.
Around his hips and leading all the way down to his white socks, are loose grey slacks that seem as wispy around his form as his shirt does, almost as though the material were made from the wind itself. From a hole just above his bottom, his long black tail slides free and sways from side to side, the tip bobbed white, and a little bit on the fluffy side. He wears Zorries upon his feet, and they seem to be rather worn, the straw at the edges somewhat frayed, and the straps that hold between his toes looking rather loose.