Chimney
"Chimney, for all of his sardonic humor, was definitely dangerous. He looked like the type of guy you’d see at a 24 hour diner or a dive bar, the type of guy who has a story, but you’re too afraid to ask because of the bloody knuckles and the expression of weary contempt he has for everything around him…the kind of guy who looks like he lives off of fast food, coffee, and cheap liquor. He looked like what would happen if old abandoned factories, rusted metal, and underground fight clubs got condensed into a single man. Pale with a stony tinge, scruff like he had a permanent 5 o’clock shadow, messy faux hawk like he just rolled out of bed. His features were long and thin, like his face was a hatchet blade propelling him forward through everything. He seemed familiar and yet so very wrong somehow. Like Marc was looking through a smudged mirror at a reflection that was his and yet not. Every time he exhaled, it looked like a cursed and blacked soul was trying to escape his lips. His eyes were black, with silvery grey irises, deep set into his gaunt face. He looked exhausted, heavy bags and dark circles giving away his tiredness. And then there was the stomach-mouth, gibbering and grumbling with yellowed predatory teeth and black sticky ichor drooling from it." - "Unlikely Heroes" Red musk, black coffee, graveyard dirt, tobacco, and smoked patchouli. 4 oz, red and black blended soap.
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