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A young man sits on a bench just outside of the mansion, a messenger bag and a violin case tucked under his seat and everything about him quiet and relaxed while a Labrador retriever sniffs at the lawn some short distance away. There is nothing particularly exceptional about this man on an individual level. His hair is a dark brown that might as well be black and his clothing is easily definable as a very muted “business casual.” It’s also obvious from the way that he’s sitting that, were he to stand, he would be somewhere just over six-foot but in that unassuming way that blends in easily with a crowd even when his height is not so average as it is in this community.
He’s leaning back against the wall, arms folded over his stomach and legs extended, crossed at the ankles. His head is bowed, eyes closed behind a pair of sunglasses that are perched rather precariously at the end of his nose. If not for the faint air of awareness hanging about him, one might almost think that he was sleeping.
Some might find something peculiarly familiar about him. Perhaps in those relatively non-descript features or perhaps in the way that he holds himself with confidence even while relaxed. He does, after all, unknowingly bear a vague resemblance to the one member of his bloodline whom he doesn’t know of but others here would: one Tiresias Hades. It isn’t much, really, but it is at least obvious enough for those who would recognize it to possibly take notice.
Typist: Once upon a time, Heathre decided that she wanted to play a blind character. Maja then suggested that, for the sake of some form of irony, the character should be the spawn of a child whom Tiresias Hades did not know existed. And so came into being one Tyler Reese, the blind son of an illegitimate daughter whom Tiresias unwittingly spawned prior to meeting his wife. That explained, greet him at will.
He’s leaning back against the wall, arms folded over his stomach and legs extended, crossed at the ankles. His head is bowed, eyes closed behind a pair of sunglasses that are perched rather precariously at the end of his nose. If not for the faint air of awareness hanging about him, one might almost think that he was sleeping.
Some might find something peculiarly familiar about him. Perhaps in those relatively non-descript features or perhaps in the way that he holds himself with confidence even while relaxed. He does, after all, unknowingly bear a vague resemblance to the one member of his bloodline whom he doesn’t know of but others here would: one Tiresias Hades. It isn’t much, really, but it is at least obvious enough for those who would recognize it to possibly take notice.
Typist: Once upon a time, Heathre decided that she wanted to play a blind character. Maja then suggested that, for the sake of some form of irony, the character should be the spawn of a child whom Tiresias Hades did not know existed. And so came into being one Tyler Reese, the blind son of an illegitimate daughter whom Tiresias unwittingly spawned prior to meeting his wife. That explained, greet him at will.