Shug Dunsirn
- Giovanni -x- Sizwe Ghiberti -x- Venice -x- Beirut
Sobriquet: The Voice (as in the voice of reason - respectful). Salt, a reference to his partnership with Sizwe Ghiberti (rude).
Appearance: Shug is a skinny little man. If he stood up straight, he would stand about five-foot-five inches tall. He leans forward in a persistent slouch and ducks his head, both of which are now centuries deep bad habits. Shug came to the proxy kiss and the Embrace later in life. His unkempt ginger hair is heavily shot with gray and still shows the signs of his last haircut in the latter seventeenth century, for it appears as if a bowl was applied to his head (which it was) and all the hair that stuck out beneath was trimmed away, but not with any real skill or enthusiasm. His eyes are a watery blue-gray, like an overcast sky reflected in a highland loch. The other prominent feature of his face is his nose, which splits his face in half, almost like a beak. His lips are thin and he rarely smiles, as that would show off his stained and crooked teeth. Shug looks like nothing so much as a hungover drunk after an all-night bender. He was Embraced with a couple days worth of stubble on his cheeks and chin and he cultivates a layer of thin hair on his upper lip that he calls a mustache. If given the choice, he dresses in denim work pants, an undershirt covered by a flannel cardigan with his clan designed worked into the pattern and good leather boots. When pressed, he will shave and go to mortal hair-stylists, who he dominates to compliment him on how he looks in the latest style applied to his ginger-gray mess of hair. And if he must go to Elysium, he will wear the best off-the-rack suits available and grit his teeth for hours over their cost.
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History: They say that it is lucky to be the seventh son of a seventh son, they lied.
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