Damien
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Post by Damien on Mar 3, 2007 23:41:42 GMT
Nothing... Then, Damien.
His orb-like eyes draw in the light, the candles dimming as he takes his usual uncertain, long-legged strides across the lounge. He was, as he often is, oblivious to everything, his mind perhaps shattered, or perhaps evolved beyond comprehension, beyond all need to even think. Perhaps not quite.
He is so tall and thin, so ill-looking with his twisted, hundred-fanged grin that would surely cause him pain, his eyes massive, but without shine or any apparent means to see with... Just black holes in his face. He lurches forwards, then steps back, turning as he does, his arms swinging as he spins slightly. His long, black hair dancing behind him as he moves. Then he stops this strange dance, only to remain still for almost an hour...
Then, nothing.
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