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+ | A labourer most likely, tall and solidly built but with none of the definition of the narcissist or athlete. He's tan, almost too weathered for a man in his twenties as those youthful features, shaggy dirty-blonde locks and bright blue eyes would suggest. His hands are older too, marked with scars and stained in the creases, his nails cracked and soft-looking and mottled with an irregular greyish purple tint. His face is unremarkable in part, but the whole is attractive enough and his habitual smile is wry but warm. The bare skin of his arms is covered with colourful tien-lung that run from his wrists all the way up to vanish into his sleeves. | ||
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+ | He's casually dressed in snugly fitting and faded black jeans and a grey short-sleeve t-shirt with a pinup girl exhorting the virtues of Tsing Tao beer. Battered black workboots, a heavy black leather belt and a sheathed Ka-bar with a sweat stained handle are all he is wearing of any note. | ||
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Full name | Bevan Coombs |
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Assignment | Horizon as Mechanic |
Gender | Male |
Status | Active |
Description
A labourer most likely, tall and solidly built but with none of the definition of the narcissist or athlete. He's tan, almost too weathered for a man in his twenties as those youthful features, shaggy dirty-blonde locks and bright blue eyes would suggest. His hands are older too, marked with scars and stained in the creases, his nails cracked and soft-looking and mottled with an irregular greyish purple tint. His face is unremarkable in part, but the whole is attractive enough and his habitual smile is wry but warm. The bare skin of his arms is covered with colourful tien-lung that run from his wrists all the way up to vanish into his sleeves.
He's casually dressed in snugly fitting and faded black jeans and a grey short-sleeve t-shirt with a pinup girl exhorting the virtues of Tsing Tao beer. Battered black workboots, a heavy black leather belt and a sheathed Ka-bar with a sweat stained handle are all he is wearing of any note.