A hand shifts up, moves glasses, settled once again.
The warm smell of coffee filled the air, soft sweet scent of pastries, and the chime of classical music.
Twenty two years old, and working on earning his bachelor's degree in college.
Not bad.

He adjusted his glasses again, flipping a page in the large textbook that lay in front of him, long white hair tied back into a ponytail, soft grey-purple streaks running through the crisp whiteness of it all.
His eyes were a soft grey as well, with the smallest amount of purple flicked through them

His ears were pierced surprisingly heavily for someone who otherwise seemed like the type who would be a very straight edge.
The other strange thing, were the butterflies.
One, sharp black, spotted gently in bright purple, tattooed upon his cheek.

another, hidden by his jeans, purple, dotted in black, lay upon his hip, soft dotted lines ran hidden around his leg leading down to a purple flower upon his ankle.
If he were to remove both the long sleeved lavender-grey coat, and the white shirt beneath it, one would see the lines upon his back, and if one were to look carefully, one would see how, if those lines were unfurled, they might make the pattern of a pair of butterflies wings

He reached up to toy with one of the bars through his ears, before allowing his hand to fall again and flip the page gently, lost in his studies so it seemed.

In the back of his mind, he was thinking about that weekend, simple plan really, some friends bringing him camping.

However, it wasn't a trip he would come back from.
Not of death of course...

It seems he merely, stumbled down the...

deer, hole?


Art (c) me, drawn on paper, scanned in, traced for better line view, and coloured.

baww colour leaked didn't even notice...

His bio will be up, eventually...