[[Ah, how can I resist? Been ages since I RPed on PPT, and it's about time!
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Name: Erik. Last name unknown - he makes up different ones as need calls.
Age: Twenty-seven
Occupation: No fixed job; however, has been an architect, designer, composer, magician, musician, inventor, and singer, among other things he might not care to mention.
Ethnicity: French
Appearance: [[The fun one! Which I shall limit, for purposes of possible surprise, to the Masked Appearance.]]
Well-dressed in a tailed coat and suit, Erik stands very tall for his race at around six-and-a-half feet, from the top of his black fedora to the well-shined shoes of the same colour. He is incredibly thin, as if the well-tailored suit hangs on a skeleton's frame. Strangely, all he wears is in the morbid funereal colour more often preferred by caretakers of the morgue and mourners, even black leather gloves stretched over skeletal hands. However, it is not the extraordinary thinness of the man nor the strange attire which presents intrigue-- it is the mask. This, too, is of deepest ebon, yet enhanced with artful designs of cruel, thorny roses in gold paint... it covers Erik's entire face but opens where his mouth should be, gaping mournfully out at the world - for at the opening is a flap of red cloth, hiding any hint of humanity that the black eye-holes attempt to maintain.
[[Or just look at the pic.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/ ... /erik2.jpg]]
Magic: None, but he can fake it very well, and likes to think he has the real sort.
History: To be revealed. Probably. I'm not gonna say it all here, arright? It'd take till eleven-o-clock tomorrow night!
[[That was a POTO joke right there.]]
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