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| − | Standing of normal stature and slim frame the young man wouldn't stand out in any pronounced way. Familiarity was potential reason for scouting by Illuminati, able to fit in amongst most crowds without attracting attention, usually receiving nothing past first glance. Skin was of olive complexion passing either as natural tan or more mediterranean hereditament, either a possibility and long, straight hair hung to just below shoulders when flowing free but mostly kept in scruffy bun, tied up away from obstructing view.
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| − | Dark slanted eyes would be shadowed by prominent brow with gaze below intense and naturally smoldering. Always sporting a sort of crooked smirk first impressions generally leaned negative, but a quick chat almost always turned that 'round by bringing some Southern hospitality to the city.
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| − | For a smaller guy the hick could pack a punch and scuffle with most. Nothing satisfied the kid more in school than taking down a too cocky bully flat on his ass, usually for the protection of the bullied to everyone's surprise. Not that he was out of shape - broad shoulders tapered to slender waist, and while limbs were on the lanky side they had clear definition.
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| − | Attire was almost always of casual type. Preferring sleeveless shirts and jeans, nothing even remotely flashy, most favorite statement piece was the used and worn boots he'd cycle through, usually received from family back home. The big city couldn't take away small town fashion.
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| − | Like clothing choices he would carry self without any strain, gait carefree and light. Eavesdropping on mannerisms made obvious the overflowing energy and exuberance that usually comes with young age and then some that earned trophies in every sport that still line childhood bedrooms shelves.
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| | =• HISTORY •= | | =• HISTORY •= |
