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[It's a Tyki. In that outfit. You know the one. White, form fitting, revealing. Black leather pants. He doesn't seem particularly bothered by his own appearance at least, long hair neatly tied back, posture relaxed.]
[He has a number of extra scars, some rather identifying for those who know this one well enough. He's currently seated on the floor of a trophy room--the trophies range from the normal deer heads mounted on the wall to much more exotic creatures, unicorns, a full stuffed chimera in the corner, and so on--but Tyki's ignoring the gaudy decorations in favor of the handful of items in front of him.]
[The items he's contemplating aren't that special. A few poker chips, a paper clip, a rubber band, a deck of cards, a few other miscellaneous small items.]
[He's flipping a poker chip between his fingers, looking thoughtful.]
[He has a number of extra scars, some rather identifying for those who know this one well enough. He's currently seated on the floor of a trophy room--the trophies range from the normal deer heads mounted on the wall to much more exotic creatures, unicorns, a full stuffed chimera in the corner, and so on--but Tyki's ignoring the gaudy decorations in favor of the handful of items in front of him.]
[The items he's contemplating aren't that special. A few poker chips, a paper clip, a rubber band, a deck of cards, a few other miscellaneous small items.]
[He's flipping a poker chip between his fingers, looking thoughtful.]