Leigh, previous description

The door gets half pushed, half kicked open and a familliar figure walks in, does a double take, looks out of the door, looks back in and curses.

Leigh. Inhumanly attractive. Hair fairly short and dyed an odd shade of red. Dressed in a plain white t-shirt, leather jeans and DMs. Accessorized with half-fingered leather gloves, an eyepatch and a sword.

(No formal exit; last posting September 15, 2003.)

Previous visit:

Leigh is a young man of average height wearing a red and black biker jacket with a cloth picture of the queen with a safety pin through her nose sewn on the back, a pair of leather jeans, buckleup motorcycle boots and a pair of cut off leather gloves, the right studded, the left plain. Under the jacket he wears an old T-shirt with the cover of the Clash's 'London Calling' album printed on it. As he removes the motorcycle helmet the first thing to catch your attention is the semi-spikey mop of (originally blond?) hair that seems to have been in a losing battle with several colours of hair dye, mainly green, blue and red, the second thing being his face, oddly delicate looking face with eyes of a colour you just *can't* place. Most remarkable of all, he manages not to look even slightly absurd. And he could probably give Astarial or a cat lessons in casual arrogance.

Fae Seeming: He appears almost the same except for slightly pointy ears visible through his hair and being inhumanly attractive in the way that only sidhe can be. His clothes are mostly unchanged with the exception of the picture on the back of the jacket, now showing some sidhe noblewoman (still, of course with safety pin), the addition of small anime style shoulder plates to the jacket and his right glove now seems to be made of a dark red metal rather than leather.

Updates: The left shoulderplate has been cut in half at some time and not yet repaired. The left sleeve of his jacket and his t-shirt are bundled up on a table somewhere, there's a black leather eyepatch over his left eye, and a sword belted to his waist. Ocasionally visible are the edges of what's probably quite a large bloodstain on the t-shirt. And now visible is an unpleasant scar on his left forearm; it seems to have been done by a human with an oversized mouth and too many rows of jagged teeth. Or if you're familiar with the fae, a redcap.

(Left late July, 2002.)