Locksley is a trim, muscular man standing confidently at a modest, yet not unimpressive, 6'0. His body is in almost perfect proportion - his limbs the perfect length, his head not too big nor too small and each piece as robust as any other. This shows, at a glance, that this man knows how to keep his body in top condition. Regardless of his brawn, he still retains a slightly effeminate frame, his body curving into a rough hourglass, widening at his pecks and perky butt.

If you were to inspect the man, you would notice a few key details about his body. On what little forearm you can see above his gloves are visible veins betraying his surprising arm strength, developed over years of mastering increasingly powerful bows aboard the Mother of Larceny. His knees, the only part of his legs that is on display, would be hairy but not excessively so. Finally, the flimsy tank-top he wears over his torso barely contained the muscles underneath, nor the hair stemming from his armpits. Overall, he gives off a masculine vibe, contrasting slightly against his figure.

His face, in a word, is chiseled. He has a square jaw laminated with an even 5 o'clock  shadow that reached his neck. His lips, often creased into a faint smile, are painted a dark cherry and appear soft yet dry. His eyes, like two pristine balls of honey, are warm and inviting yet holding a certain rugged property that served only to add to his strange charm. Brushing against the nape of his neck are his mahogany braids of hair, neatly and meticulously pulled back and interlaced in rows. Despite the braids, his hair does not appear to be dirty or unkempt.

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