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The Fae Seeming

Bexilion's fae mein is pure goblin brilliance barely contained in velvet and brass. Their skin is ruddy, flushed like fired clay, peppered with splotchy cherry-red freckles that spatter across their cheeks, arms, and the bridge of their nose like splashed paint. Their ears are large and pointed, unmistakably goblin-like, flaring out from their head with curled, almost shell-like ridges.

Their hair is a messy white mop, thick and untamed, perpetually tousled as if they’ve just stuck their head in a wind tunnel or exploded a gearbox. Streaks of soot or powdered glamour often dust it, and they've never once bothered to tame it.

Their build remains wiry and twitchy, a bundle of kinetic energy in elegant drag. Every movement is precise, even when it looks accidental. Their hands are calloused and stained with brass and ink, fingers always twitching like they’re imagining a wrench or a soldering iron between them.

Despite the rugged skin and chaotic hair, they wear a midnight blue velvet waistcoat with long tails, paired with a crisply fitted shirt and a bronze ascot, tied like a riddle around their throat. Accessories lean heavily into steampunk whimsy like clockwork brooches, adjustable sleeve gadgets, and one glove with finger joints etched like schematics.

Their eyes, pale blue and impossibly intense, crackle with intellect like a blueprint for brilliance half-drawn and ready to detonate.