This rugged, dashing man has charisma oozing out of him aplenty. Words roll out of his tongue with a zesty, passionate accent like the barbs of a rose. Fastened to a sash around his waist is a beautiful, silvery rapier. Its blade is as sharp and as deft as his tongue. His armor is piecemeal; mostly simple articles of clothing that sacrifice all sturdiness for the sake of comfort and fluidity. Anything and everything that can be said about this man, however, falls short - once you see him fight - he moves in space with minimum waste, maximum joy.


Reds: severules snape...