Abbela

forks The man wore a sharp outfit, clean and well adjusted. He had an impeccable ivory white shirt, the two top buttons left undone and exposing some of his neck, letting visible the hint of a chain hanging further down his chest. Over the shirt, he was wearing a sleeveless black vest. Fit arms tugged on the vest’s front, re-adjusting it on a strong, proud, yet not especially muscular chest. The white shirt’s sleeves where rolled short, past his elbows. His right arm, however, was covered by a dark, almost black bandage, wrapped in tight spirals down all of his arm’s length, hiding any skin that would’ve been left visible by the rolled up sleeve, the bandage stopping around his shoulder and covering part of his palm. His right hand was slipped in a black, plain leather glove. One hand slid through short, rough hair, the sunlight giving the red hair a fiery golden glaze. An alert, smart eye scanned his surroundings behind a blue hinted green iris. His right eye however, was hidden under a square-shaped, dark grey eye patch. The patch was made of two layers of the leather, the bottom one spreading around the top one’s sides, darker in color, while the topmost layer looked hardened and lighter in shade. On his left hand’s middle finger was a precious gift, a snake twirling around his digit three times, its head resting just at the end of his metacarpais. The Black Gold ring showed red ruby eyes seemingly glowing with magic life. The tall man displayed a smirk, sending his shoulders back and slipping his hands into his black pants’ pockets as he leaned slightly back.