Faceclaim: Jason Ralph
Height: 5′8″
Weight: Lean and gangly. He’d grown considerably once he left behind the poisons that had kept Alecto and himself so sickly as children, but they’d left their mark.
Eye color: Dark brown.
Skin tone: Pale.
Hair color: Light brown.
Describe hairstyle: Shoulder length and obnoxiously floppy. He is forever pushing it out of his face and his eyes but stubbornly keeps it long.
Grooming: Clean, but chaotic. While there is an ingrained reminder in the back of his head that he must look presentable, Amycus often misses the finer details while he is busy thinking about more important things. This leads to undone buttons and ink smudges and mismatched socks (amongst other tragedies.)
Distinguishing features: Dimples, entirely wasted on a man who rarely (never) smiles. Long, elegant hands. An exceptionally cold and clinical stare. Reading glasses that he appears to forget he is wearing.
Tattoos: The Dark Mark.
Who do they take after? His father.
Left or right-handed? Ambidextrous.
How do they dress? His best attempt at inexpensive and conservative wizarding wear (the former due to the unfortunate state of the family estate, the latter to dutiful adherence to family expectations) that somehow always falls somewhere closer to eclectic due to negligence or a general misunderstanding of how fashion works. Most assume it is just another of his quirks - it’s not at all intentional. He almost exclusively wears dark or neutral shades, with the occasional, baffling appearance of dark reds, purples, greens or prints which he wears in considerable layers due to almost always feeling cold. He blames this on his years at Durmstrang.
Any special accessories? If so, why are they special? An intricate golden pocketwatch that is an heirloom passed down from his grandfather, given to him when he came of age. It is extremely delicate, beautifully made and has a habit of ticking backwards if he spends too much time in the Time Room. Amycus is curiously sentimental about it, perhaps because he’s had to curse it so many times to keep his mother from trying to pawn it.
Something that they always carry with them: His journal, in case of inspiration; a book, in case of social emergencies, and an underlying sense of unease as a general state of being.
