Dorian Carver Height; 6'2 (187.96 cm) Weight; 195 lbs General Appearance; Dorian is a tall lanky man, a little under weight he hides this by wearing clothes a little baggy on him. He is paler then most living people would be, but not as pale as most of the undead are. He died with a tan and that is all that gives him the faintest color. He does not bother to waste blood to fake life often, but when he does he looks tanned and flushed with life. He views it as a waste so he does not really bother with it. He has green eyes and crazy dark curls and usually sporting stubble these days along with a soul patch as he is just too lazy to shave it all away anymore. His finger nails are jagged, and never really change. He has a few scars, the insides of his elbows have very faint scaring from bloodletting done to him often when he was alive. A jagged scar near his left kidney from an accident when he was in his late teens, and his sire scar under his pierced ear. He always wears a gold loop in that ear. Physical Mannerisms; Dorian hates being tall, so he slouches a lot when he walks and when he leans on walls. Trying to not look as tall as he is. Having spent most of his life and unlife around people with short complexes it has become second nature to slouch and lean. he generally keeps his hands behind his back or crossed over his chest. If these are inappropriate they are in his pockets. he never quite knows what to do with his hands. If he doesn't have them crossed or in pockets he tends to drum on things and staple his fingers. He often walks to a beat, usually just one playing in his head. Some might call it a strut. He tends to smile a bit crooked most of the time which makes the lines in his face more noticeable. He likes to walk with arms linked as it reminds him of times long gone. Verbal Mannerisms;Like his face, Dorian sounds like his PB Hawksley Workman, because Koko is lame. He speaks most often in a long wind, trying to keep up with many thoughts at once. Thanks to his derangements his mind runs a mile a minute and if he starts thinking and talking it is harder to keep up with him. His voice is at a medium range, he can drop it down to bass but usually he will speak higher when he wants to change his pitch. He can sing, but he denies it. He uses words most no longer use like "Mayhaps" instead of "Maybe" and "I will" instead of "I'll" Some contractions have worked into his vocabulary since arriving but not many. He still tries to sound classy around those who don't know him well, but his closer friends get to hear him curse like a sailor and speak more relaxed. His voice is a strange mix of accents. The New Yorker in him is long gone but sometimes a southern accent will bleed through if he is angry. Mostly he just sounds strange from the mix of accents he has faked over the years for the Masquerade all blending. He does sometimes whistle but it is more likely to hear him playing a harmonica then that. Fashion; Dorian has a wide range of ways he dresses Mostly he wears the things he got in the temple and things bought in Gebo. As of late however he has sold some of his clothes and aquired a A Johnny Cash Man in Black look, which washes him out terribly. But he is holding to the old styles of mourning. When he leaves the room he is usually wearing a jacket or a sweater to cover his arms. He never leaves without a watch as he feels naked without time to weigh him down. Aside from the watch the only jewelry he wears is his earring. There was a time he loved to be dapper but not anymore. He just no longer cares. Etc;He smells of flowers and old aftershave Think grandfather's aftershave, like Brut, it never really goes away And he can work a Hulahoop.
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Height; 6'2 (187.96 cm)
Weight; 195 lbs
General Appearance; Dorian is a tall lanky man, a little under weight he hides this by wearing clothes a little baggy on him. He is paler then most living people would be, but not as pale as most of the undead are. He died with a tan and that is all that gives him the faintest color. He does not bother to waste blood to fake life often, but when he does he looks tanned and flushed with life. He views it as a waste so he does not really bother with it. He has green eyes and crazy dark curls and usually sporting stubble these days along with a soul patch as he is just too lazy to shave it all away anymore. His finger nails are jagged, and never really change. He has a few scars, the insides of his elbows have very faint scaring from bloodletting done to him often when he was alive. A jagged scar near his left kidney from an accident when he was in his late teens, and his sire scar under his pierced ear. He always wears a gold loop in that ear.
Physical Mannerisms; Dorian hates being tall, so he slouches a lot when he walks and when he leans on walls. Trying to not look as tall as he is. Having spent most of his life and unlife around people with short complexes it has become second nature to slouch and lean. he generally keeps his hands behind his back or crossed over his chest. If these are inappropriate they are in his pockets. he never quite knows what to do with his hands. If he doesn't have them crossed or in pockets he tends to drum on things and staple his fingers. He often walks to a beat, usually just one playing in his head. Some might call it a strut. He tends to smile a bit crooked most of the time which makes the lines in his face more noticeable. He likes to walk with arms linked as it reminds him of times long gone.
Verbal Mannerisms; Like his face, Dorian sounds like his PB Hawksley Workman, because Koko is lame. He speaks most often in a long wind, trying to keep up with many thoughts at once. Thanks to his derangements his mind runs a mile a minute and if he starts thinking and talking it is harder to keep up with him. His voice is at a medium range, he can drop it down to bass but usually he will speak higher when he wants to change his pitch. He can sing, but he denies it. He uses words most no longer use like "Mayhaps" instead of "Maybe" and "I will" instead of "I'll" Some contractions have worked into his vocabulary since arriving but not many. He still tries to sound classy around those who don't know him well, but his closer friends get to hear him curse like a sailor and speak more relaxed. His voice is a strange mix of accents. The New Yorker in him is long gone but sometimes a southern accent will bleed through if he is angry. Mostly he just sounds strange from the mix of accents he has faked over the years for the Masquerade all blending. He does sometimes whistle but it is more likely to hear him playing a harmonica then that.
Fashion; Dorian has a wide range of ways he dresses Mostly he wears the things he got in the temple and things bought in Gebo. As of late however he has sold some of his clothes and aquired a A Johnny Cash Man in Black look, which washes him out terribly. But he is holding to the old styles of mourning. When he leaves the room he is usually wearing a jacket or a sweater to cover his arms. He never leaves without a watch as he feels naked without time to weigh him down. Aside from the watch the only jewelry he wears is his earring. There was a time he loved to be dapper but not anymore. He just no longer cares.
Etc;He smells of flowers and old aftershave
Think grandfather's aftershave, like Brut, it never really goes away And he can work a Hulahoop.