07-16-2018, 04:07 PM
[align=center][div style="width:400pt; text-align:justify; font-size:9pt;"]bringing his old physical description in, because i am impossibly lazy
Dorian is quite the specimen with his lean, well-muscled build while maintaining an air of both grace and dignity. His posture never fails in harboring squared shoulders, a straight spine, and a chin lifted ever so slightly in a manner that adds to his appearance of nobility, although it should not be mistaken for haughtiness- though that is, at times, present, but only in jest.
Dorian often calls himself pretty, which isn't a mere declaration. Instead, it is -and this would definitely inflate his pride- an underestimation. 'Pretty' is most commonly associated with something delicate and fragile, much like a teacup, but in Dorian's case, he manages to blend 'pretty' with 'striking', or with 'dignified', often both. His features are distinct, made of aristocratic lines and symmetry, traits that are paired with an immaculately kept mane and eyes that never fail to be given extra definition by the lining of kohl.
Dorian's eyes are a rather intense pair, in the sense that they often convey emotions that he won't otherwise state or reveal. They may snap with anger, or they may dance with amusement, soften with adoration that is less obvious than the others and unknown to the recipient unless they are familiar. His visionaries are well shaped, spaced apart perfectly, and their irises are a stormy gray, not quite a blue. Above these eyes are his ears, one of which is pierced three times, one with a golden hoop and the other two bearing a gold chain thread that is attached to aurelian bands clipped to his ear.
As for his pelt, it is a dark ebony, reflecting no light to make a raven sheen; no, it is but a black canvas stretched over a finely structured form. It is rarely disheveled, most frequently styled to the point where it seems not a single piece of his hair would dare to stray. Whenever it is anything other than perfectly groomed, it raises awareness to possible stress that he may be under.
Dorian is quite the specimen with his lean, well-muscled build while maintaining an air of both grace and dignity. His posture never fails in harboring squared shoulders, a straight spine, and a chin lifted ever so slightly in a manner that adds to his appearance of nobility, although it should not be mistaken for haughtiness- though that is, at times, present, but only in jest.
Dorian often calls himself pretty, which isn't a mere declaration. Instead, it is -and this would definitely inflate his pride- an underestimation. 'Pretty' is most commonly associated with something delicate and fragile, much like a teacup, but in Dorian's case, he manages to blend 'pretty' with 'striking', or with 'dignified', often both. His features are distinct, made of aristocratic lines and symmetry, traits that are paired with an immaculately kept mane and eyes that never fail to be given extra definition by the lining of kohl.
Dorian's eyes are a rather intense pair, in the sense that they often convey emotions that he won't otherwise state or reveal. They may snap with anger, or they may dance with amusement, soften with adoration that is less obvious than the others and unknown to the recipient unless they are familiar. His visionaries are well shaped, spaced apart perfectly, and their irises are a stormy gray, not quite a blue. Above these eyes are his ears, one of which is pierced three times, one with a golden hoop and the other two bearing a gold chain thread that is attached to aurelian bands clipped to his ear.
As for his pelt, it is a dark ebony, reflecting no light to make a raven sheen; no, it is but a black canvas stretched over a finely structured form. It is rarely disheveled, most frequently styled to the point where it seems not a single piece of his hair would dare to stray. Whenever it is anything other than perfectly groomed, it raises awareness to possible stress that he may be under.
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DORIAN PAVUS: [size=9pt]bright, like the fish that kill you if you eat them. can't hate you for hiding if you burn so brilliantly. ✯