Apolliae Seeming:
One might think his black hair is already peppered with gray, until a flake of plaster or two shakes loose from uncombed but soft bangs. Likewise shavings of stone, plaster, and clay mire his billowy wide cuffed shirt-rarely tucked in- as well as his well worn blue jeans. His black boots, however, are always immaculate. Shadows of wariness and vision ring his startling blue eyes-which seem to take in every angle, slope, and curve within their focus. His fingernails are worn, his hands calloused artfully. If any one looked like a classic "foriegn artist" he does, even in his fae seeming-a fae seeming utterly indentical to his mortal one. His accent is unplaceable, but melodic, laced with the promise of warm whispered nothings next to a crackling fireplace~
Dioniae Seeming:
~Something has changed with this fellow, his usual expressiveness dulled to a mute depression, startling blue eyes lingering on the floor with dark circles encasing and holding them tight. One might think his dark hair is peppered with plaster, but apon closer inspection it is blighted with grey hairs. Shavings of stone, plaster, and clay mire his billowy white shirt-tucked tightly into the waist of frayed blue jeans. As always his black boots are frighteningly clean. Streaks of charcoal dust are left on what ever his fingertips brush, and also fester beneath blunted fingernails. A wariness and loathing seems to hang in ever gesture. If anyone looks like the classical "tragic artist" it is he. His mortal and fae seemings oddly enough are identical. His accent is implacable, but melodic, laced with the promise of dark musings beside the barren fireplace of a cold winter night~
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