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 | "You use a glass mirror to see your face; you use works of art to see your soul." There was a gust of wind that blew his hefty nigrescent jacket around like a paper napkin; its gloomy presence haunted the atmosphere. Kain kept it up to his gullet with one hand as he walked the remaining steps to the large boarding house. The stones of the path crunched under foot and dust rose but a centimetre from its original residence. There appeared to be few trees about the length he walked, though the available light made it hard enough just to make out the towering spikes spiralling their way from the building into the spotted sky let alone vegetation. Phlegmatically he walked over the breech to the large wooden door, its decorative boarders passing the boy’s mind without a second thought. He reached out and aimlessly grabbed at the obviously painted doorknob; giving off a slight shudder after entering. Though he knew it was warmer in here, they would certainly have heating; the piercing weather from outside was still fresh in his mind. His blond hair was streaked with matters of whatnot, dirt, small twigs, though, which would be his fault for taking the “short” way here. Wherever “here” truly was. Kain Turns:: Gender:: Appearance:: Personality::-.-''' I hate it when YOU pEoPle ask me this. Let the character develop, ECK. Sulky? loL | |