Mind the Alchemical brews, you just never know what someone cooked up.

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The Basics
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Name: Ed. Or Edlbren if you're being pretentious
Race: Hard to tell these days with planars.
Age: Does it matter with Planars?
Height: Six foot seven inches
Build: Stocky, able to lift heavy things.
Eyes: Mostly all red, what a cliche
Hair: Black, like his soul. Man.

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Word vomit part.
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It's always hard to tell just what one is looking at once they wander the planes long enough. Once primes are taken out of the perspective it gets more complicated. The only thing we have to work with would be a guess, and it's always so hard to tell just how close to reality that guess lands.

To make it extra hard for the guess he would be wearing a mask. Just what it is made out of? Well. that's anybody's guess. Though it seems to be made of the gothiest of metals, something dark as all get out. Honestly staring at it would probably remind one just what happens when they stare into the Abyss. It covers the whole of his face save for two holes for the eyes, two for his nostrils, and his lower jaw and lips are exposed. There's etching set to the metal to make a bit of a crude outline of a face to the metal. Though for some reason, these etchings gave his a set of rather bushy eyebrows.

   Threading over that mask would be a thick mop of black threads that make up his hair. Really, this is getting to be too much black here. The lower planes should get their shit sorted out, and stop going for these generic builds. At least it looks like he'd fit in fine at a heavy metal concert, given that he's got the hair to head bang with.
 
   At least the outer scapes give one a bit of a perk in their construction. If one was to put a phrase to his physique with flower words but properly cliche. It would have to be something to the extent of chiseled from obsidian. At least if one needs to move a piano up some stairs anytime soon they might be able to ask him. But Arnold would probably tell him he's got more distance to go, he won't be the top dog at any body builder competition. He just might get a chance to compete.
 
   As if one needed more proof that he wasn't a primer, but just in case. There's a tail jutting out from his backside. That thick third limb bears hints of a little fuzz, a bit of fur almost, though quite faint. Adding to the general whole softness of it all, which really a proper edgy dude should probably shave. Maybe he's just lazy. The tail ending in a little near adorable spade. It's not even large, just a hint larger than the tail itself, maybe he's a grower and not a shower. Threaded into that little "cute" spade would be studs of a golden to make it quite the minefield as it were.
 
   Tapped into that obsidian black flesh of his would be white threads of ink. They seem to look like alchemical runes, though if they're magical it doesn't seem so. But depending on how much one can see, he's covered in them from head to toe.

   Even with that silly mask, it can't hide the horns the push out from his skull. At least it prevents him from having to worry about a widow's peak. But those brown things have a bit of a bend to them, and no doubt make it complicated to find a proper hat. But at least he could use them for some easy storage if need be.


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Lights
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Good stuff: Banter, characters, back and forth, and your Mum.

Bad stuff: First person emoting, sorry just throws me off.