When he walks in, it is with a slight edge of determination, as if he has spent some time talking himself into doing this, yet is still very unsure if he wants to or not. He is dressed nicely, though not overly so, and a small iPod is hooked to his belt; its cord disappears into his hair, which hides his ears. His dark blue eyes flicker back and ( Read more... )

Look! A puppy-boy enters -- he's got kind of floppy blond hair, shit brown eyes (that are actually kind of pretty, to the typist's chagrin), and he's not that tall for around here -- about 5'9". He clings to walls a bit, and he'll make his way to a comfortable chair and curl up in it, trying to look invisible*

Nicodemos Smith, son of Lamia -- he ( Read more... )