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*his entrance probably isn't terribly noticeable, if only because he's meant it not to be -- in fact, everything about him appears to be calculated to be easily overlooked* *he's shorter than average, three or four inches below six feet, and his wings, also slightly smaller than average and lightly edged with pale gold feathers, are tucked in as close as possible*
*once he's entered, mostly walking right next to the wall, and safely close to a corner, he'll raise his head, revealing dark-lashed pale blue eyes and attractive, if closed-off features -- he appears to be in his late teens and he seems more shy than antisocially reclusive* *after a pause, quietly, clearly making a supreme effort at not lowering his eyes* I'm Jordan.
Typist: The unnaturally shy, insanely quiet, youngest son of Nathan and Maga. I'll get to introing the oldest eventually, I promise.
*once he's entered, mostly walking right next to the wall, and safely close to a corner, he'll raise his head, revealing dark-lashed pale blue eyes and attractive, if closed-off features -- he appears to be in his late teens and he seems more shy than antisocially reclusive* *after a pause, quietly, clearly making a supreme effort at not lowering his eyes* I'm Jordan.
Typist: The unnaturally shy, insanely quiet, youngest son of Nathan and Maga. I'll get to introing the oldest eventually, I promise.