Cyprian Croxley-Bayrak

_____________________________________________________________________________ | A man stood before a hearty Percheron mare in English tack in a forested | | setting, with over-under break-action shotgun slung in the crook of an arm, | | while his other hand holds an over-sized, deceased pheasant aloft by its | | legs, amid the backdrop of a misty green forest. He’s smiling cheerfully | | and raising the game bird as if in toast. | | This is a gentleman built like a lamppost in his mid-thirties. | | He is 6’5″ and has light tan skin, golden brown curls, and hazel eyes. | | You can see his face and neck. | | A large mop of tightly ringed curls springs from his head in what could, | | inaccurately, but nearly enough be described as a ‘Jew-Fro,’ not with the | | perfectly circular precision of a perm but in a natural part that sags and | | splits at the middle. Darker brown at the roots, the ringlets spring into | | golden, sun-kissed highlights. While it’s clear that its full length before | | curling is much longer, its springy form only manages to jut about five or | | six inches from either end of his head, straight and wiry at first before | | gravity catches up with them at the ends. Pleasant creases crinkle the skin | | of his forehead, which is otherwise taut, at least where hair does not | | obscure. Thick, dark caterpillars cap his eyebrows, which mercifully do not | | meet in the middle, instead giving way to the ridgeline of a slanted, | | hawkish nose. Dual orbs of hazel peer out at the world, defaulting to a | | gaze that might read as tired contentment. Brought to a point, thin cheeks | | and narrow chin are both slightly obscured by the dark, coarse grain of | | stubble that manifests as a perpetual curse of sandpaper. A narrow strip of | | tanned flesh around thin, pink lips are the only respite from grit on the | | lower half of his face. Creeping down from his chin, much of this man’s | | well defined neck suffers the same affliction of sandpaper stubble, which | | gradually fades away around the point of his Adam’s apple. This man cuts a | | rail thin, masculine silhouette, with long and lanky limbs, and large, | | untamed, wild curls that might make him appear to be top-heavy. | | He is using: | | (D) a double-breasted british warm coat of thick, melton wool, with simple | | epaulets | | (D) a tweed waistcoat in warm brown hues of dense herringbone wool and a | | satin back | | (D) a fine white linen shirt with a crisp weave, two-button collar, and | | pearl studs | | (D) a well-worn brass pocket watch adorned with floral etchings, | | monogrammed: ‘CCB’ | | (D) a pair of supple leather driving gloves, merino lined with fine, | | stitched seams | | (D) a pair of tailored brown wool slacks flecked with specks of orange, | | tightly fit | | (D) a pair of colorful argyle socks in pastel pinks and greens, in soft | | merino wool | | (D) a pair of polished, champagne wingtip shoes with oxblood toe-caps and | | backstays | |_____________________________________________________________________________|