[He snorts, gesturing to the fire. What he burned - a portrait.]
His face shifted over time but the features would always somehow peek out. Sharp jawline, golden brown hair and blue eyes. Tall but never overtly so. Always had a build meant for power. Hands of a poet whose pen was also his knife. The coldest gaze in anyone I've ever seen.
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[He snorts, gesturing to the fire. What he burned - a portrait.]
His face shifted over time but the features would always somehow peek out. Sharp jawline, golden brown hair and blue eyes. Tall but never overtly so. Always had a build meant for power. Hands of a poet whose pen was also his knife. The coldest gaze in anyone I've ever seen.