Cade
and broken is its own kind of beautiful.”
Is knowing that not only does no one know, they likely don't care.”
From the spray of his unkempt mop, to the years-worn military boots this man exudes 'disheveled'. Standing at around six and a quarter feet, he is lean and wiry with a pale complexion. Slightly longer than finger length brown hair with gray peppered in sprouts from the top of this man's head; only the sides and back shorn down to stubble. Light green eyes cast a text-book thousand-yard stare from beneath a thick brow ridge. Fading into being just beneath his ear line, from his temples to about his clavicle is a beard; well-kept and clean, it is clearly a source of vanity for the man. Weathered skin shows the wear and tear of a hard life along with faded and not-quite faded tattoos. His shape is still defined with broad shoulders and chest leading to a narrowed abdomen and surprisingly strong looking legs. Utilitarian clothing dominates his wardrobe, from surplus BDU's to plain cotton tee-shirts and comfortable outerwear. There are two things that remain constant about his dress. First, the boots, old and worn they are clearly military issue, though who's military could be anyone's guess at this point. The second is a camera; far too nice for the likes of him and it shows the care afforded it by being the nicest, newest looking thing about him. Today the ensemble includes a faded red flannel over-shirt hiding a clinging tee-shirt depicting some company's bizarre logo with a gorilla on it. His tee-shirt remains loose over a pair of brown cargo pants, a hole is worn into the left pocket making it clearly unusable. As usual those military boots shod his feet, clunky and worn down. Slung over his shoulder is a leather strap that keeps his camera close at hand.
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