Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190205042347

"Hahahaha....! He seek the ocular recipients. The gateway to the soul".

"Of course..." Prad reaches for his shroud, complex in layers of wool and silk. One by one, he peels them backward, each peel giving a little more of his natural pigmentation. Caucasian. Brown hair, marroon eyes.

A mask remains embedded on his lower jaw, from the nose to the chin. A mask of metal, over in ratio by silk. A surprise to nobody, Prad's expression of the eyes remain as dull as his voice has been since a while ago, once more refreshed of the tasteless tone "I am unsure why you seek to meet the eyes..."