Difference between revisions of "Michael Keets"
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| − | '''Sobriquet:''' | + | '''Sobriquet:''' Chancellor |
| − | '''Appearance:''' | + | '''Appearance:''' Michael Keets is something rare for a madman, he is handsome, some would say too much so. Michael is almost anorexic, weighing in at about 150 pounds and standing precisely 6 foot - 3 inches tall. Unfortunately in this day and age of historical vampire romance entertainment, he is also something of a dead-ringer. Michael's resemblance to a corpse is sufficient to immediately convince mortals that he is a 21st century goth-wannabe. His mantis green eyes stare from dark sockets in a face a shade too pale to be human. Michael's white blond hair hangs a few inches past his shoulders and is as fine as spider-silk. He is always clean shaven and dressed immaculately in frocks, morning coats or 19th century cutaways in varying shades from gray to charcoal. Seemingly fond of haberdashery items, Michael always wears fine kid gloves, traditional ankle laced shoes, a gold pocket watch, tie pin, silk scarves, walking stick, top hat and when the weather demands it - an Inverness coat. Suffice to say he cuts a dashing if antique swath through mortal crowds and evokes snide whispers in Elysium, but like the 19th century gentleman he is, he never seems to take notice though more often than not those so callow as to speak above a whisper usually regret it. |
'''Behavior:''' | '''Behavior:''' | ||
| − | '''Perceived Madness:''' | + | '''Perceived Madness:''' [[Catoptromania]] |
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Latest revision as of 12:06, 29 January 2016
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Sobriquet: Chancellor
Appearance: Michael Keets is something rare for a madman, he is handsome, some would say too much so. Michael is almost anorexic, weighing in at about 150 pounds and standing precisely 6 foot - 3 inches tall. Unfortunately in this day and age of historical vampire romance entertainment, he is also something of a dead-ringer. Michael's resemblance to a corpse is sufficient to immediately convince mortals that he is a 21st century goth-wannabe. His mantis green eyes stare from dark sockets in a face a shade too pale to be human. Michael's white blond hair hangs a few inches past his shoulders and is as fine as spider-silk. He is always clean shaven and dressed immaculately in frocks, morning coats or 19th century cutaways in varying shades from gray to charcoal. Seemingly fond of haberdashery items, Michael always wears fine kid gloves, traditional ankle laced shoes, a gold pocket watch, tie pin, silk scarves, walking stick, top hat and when the weather demands it - an Inverness coat. Suffice to say he cuts a dashing if antique swath through mortal crowds and evokes snide whispers in Elysium, but like the 19th century gentleman he is, he never seems to take notice though more often than not those so callow as to speak above a whisper usually regret it.
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Perceived Madness: Catoptromania
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