Then That Light
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Description
- Species: Seraph
- Age: Youthful, for a seraph anyway.
- Height: Six feet even.
- Weight: Roughly 170 lbs
- Orientation: For shame, asking an angel that. (Pansexual)
- Alignment: Lawful good
- Dominant or Submissive: Very submissive, with a slight bratty undercurrent.
A decidedly gorgeous creature, wasn't he? Tall and graceful, the stance and fluidity of a dancer, everything about him seemed to exist just to accentuate every elegant, if somewhat overdone motion. Flowing sleeves and beautiful, colorful robes and sashes, long, straight and silky pitch black hair making every movement seem all the more dramatic, practically theatrical.
Softly tanned skin, a slightly hooked nose and a gentle, sweet expression, even without the wings it'd be hard not to see him as an angel. While those six, beautiful, sunset colored wings may seem all too regal and majestic, he was no one of immediate, high importance in heaven. Probably explained what he was doing meandering around down on earth like some cosmic tourist. Probably also explained the ever present feeling of awkward anxiety that so obviously bubbled just beneath an otherwise almost aggressively cheerful surface.
As with any seraph, his voice would be impossible to not listen to. Sweet, lilting, musical, it was soothing to listen to him say nearly anything. Just huck the phone book at his head and tell him to go from A to Z.
Excellent stress relief.
