Post by White Tiger on Aug 19, 2005 5:02:07 GMT -5
The man emerged from the door to the back, or maybe it lead to the basement. It was hard to tell with such a shop. And as he entered the crimson stained latex gloves he was wearing would be casually stripped off, and tossed behind him into the room. The owner no dounbt.
He is a reasonably tall fellow, though a giant by no means. Pushing past the six foot average by a few inches at least, though anything more exact then that is not clear. His weight is a mystery to most as well, though its clear he is well within what has been established as the ideal weight for someone of his size. His build lies somewhere inbetween that of the overly developed weight lifter, and the lanky appearance of some stereotyped spell caster. Instead, he possesses the shape of a moderate swimmer, muscular, but in a lean way.
His hair is dark brown, almost black in color. Most of it seems to maintain a height of an inch or so along the top, though the front is slightly longer, and the sides are sufficiently shorter. His style of choice, is to quickly comb the hair forward, then sort of style the front up.
He is clean shaven, though it is nearly impossible to tell as he constantly wears a coat of water based face paint. Lacking of color, the facial design is entirely black and white, and carefuly done to resemble that of a skull. The effect serves to give him a generaly dark appearance.
His clothing is a basic two peice black suit. Though far from expensive, the jacket and matching pants have both been professionaly taylored to fit him. These modifications to the clothing serve to make it look of a far higher quality. Beineith the suit jacket, he wears a plain white cotton dress shirt. He wears a pair of black dress socks. His shoes look to be black wingtips. His tie is black silk, and held about his neck with a windsor knot.
After a moment, he would smile slightly, and speak. His voice was oddly gentle. "Hello... and welcome to my shop... You caught me while I was working... cant very well sell knicknacks, oddities or currios made in China, now can I? Is there something I could help you find today? I'm sure I have exactly what you are looking for." He would pause, and look again over, his eyes peircing, and deep... they seem to burrow right into the soul of those who met eyes with him. "Oh yes... I'm positive we can definately find something to suit your tastes. Come..." And he would turn, leading those that dared to follow to the shelves that lined his walls, or displays that spread over the tables and cabinets on the floor.
He is a reasonably tall fellow, though a giant by no means. Pushing past the six foot average by a few inches at least, though anything more exact then that is not clear. His weight is a mystery to most as well, though its clear he is well within what has been established as the ideal weight for someone of his size. His build lies somewhere inbetween that of the overly developed weight lifter, and the lanky appearance of some stereotyped spell caster. Instead, he possesses the shape of a moderate swimmer, muscular, but in a lean way.
His hair is dark brown, almost black in color. Most of it seems to maintain a height of an inch or so along the top, though the front is slightly longer, and the sides are sufficiently shorter. His style of choice, is to quickly comb the hair forward, then sort of style the front up.
He is clean shaven, though it is nearly impossible to tell as he constantly wears a coat of water based face paint. Lacking of color, the facial design is entirely black and white, and carefuly done to resemble that of a skull. The effect serves to give him a generaly dark appearance.
His clothing is a basic two peice black suit. Though far from expensive, the jacket and matching pants have both been professionaly taylored to fit him. These modifications to the clothing serve to make it look of a far higher quality. Beineith the suit jacket, he wears a plain white cotton dress shirt. He wears a pair of black dress socks. His shoes look to be black wingtips. His tie is black silk, and held about his neck with a windsor knot.
After a moment, he would smile slightly, and speak. His voice was oddly gentle. "Hello... and welcome to my shop... You caught me while I was working... cant very well sell knicknacks, oddities or currios made in China, now can I? Is there something I could help you find today? I'm sure I have exactly what you are looking for." He would pause, and look again over, his eyes peircing, and deep... they seem to burrow right into the soul of those who met eyes with him. "Oh yes... I'm positive we can definately find something to suit your tastes. Come..." And he would turn, leading those that dared to follow to the shelves that lined his walls, or displays that spread over the tables and cabinets on the floor.