He could barely stand as the trees put him down. The shock of everything that was happening was nearly too much for him. Dolemeck felt as though his heart was going to beat right out of his chest. Instead, he remained still, watching as her mint colored hand reached out to him.
That sharpened nail tilted his head up, and then from side to side. The right side of his face was sporting a pretty bad scar... one that looks as though it never got any medical treatment. His skin was pale, almost a sickly pale. Eyes were a bright green and quite wide. And his hair? Black as night and reaching his shoulders from under his hoodie.
He looked as though he had not bathed in a long time and was painfully thin. It was obvious he was living on the streets of Gotham and that no one was caring for him... not anymore, at least.
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Date: 2014-02-19 05:16 am (UTC)That sharpened nail tilted his head up, and then from side to side. The right side of his face was sporting a pretty bad scar... one that looks as though it never got any medical treatment. His skin was pale, almost a sickly pale. Eyes were a bright green and quite wide. And his hair? Black as night and reaching his shoulders from under his hoodie.
He looked as though he had not bathed in a long time and was painfully thin. It was obvious he was living on the streets of Gotham and that no one was caring for him... not anymore, at least.