Orion - No Trump Yet.
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Orion - Upon entering the dining room:
His appearance is hard to describe, but Ill give it a
shot. He's hard to stereo-type, this one, he stands six footish and
is neither skinny nor stocky. His muscles are well defined, but not
bulky. Orions shoulder length hair is somewhat wavy, especially as it
is wet right now from this mornings quick bathing, which has it a
little darker than its normal chestnut brown. His green eyes,
handsome cheeckbones, and dark complection are a spitting image of
his fathers, for anyone who knows him. This morning he is wearing a
white tunic, whose neck laces are not tied, exposing his hairless
chest and neck. A pair of black breeches are tucked into soft black
riding boots. He is weaponless except for a sheathed katana in his
right hand, which is beautiful in its simplicity and
craftsmanship. The sheath is laquered black and handle is wrapped in
a fine black material of some other shadow. Orion has that very rare
mix of boyish charm accompanied by the manly body of a
twenty-something olympic class athlete. He's one of those pricks that
every guy hates, who can get up after a morning of drink and other
sensory altering stimulants and look like he could do a shoot for GQ
or Rolling Stone, and every woman loves for the same
reason.
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