Obadiah Mercer

_____________________________________________________________________________ | This man stands in an oak and mahogany library, leaning against the wall, | | eyes downcast reading a book. It is very much staged to make him appear | | smart and mysterious. | | This is a bronzed skin man with tousled brown hair in his early thirties. | | He is 5’9″ and has sun-kissed bronze skin, brown hair, and green eyes. | | You can see his face, neck, and hands. | | His hair is a dark, unruly wave that is thick and touchable, with a slight | | curl that grows more pronounced the closer it gets to his collar. It always | | looks like it’s just barely recovered from a sea breeze, artfully tousled | | without seeming styled. A few strands fall over his brow when he leans | | forward, and though he occasionally ties it back with a leather cord or | | lets it fall messily around his face, it somehow suits every look he throws | | together. His forehead is smooth but expressive, with a slight crease that | | appears whenever he’s concentrating, or pretending to. There’s a faint | | weathering to it, the kind of soft wear that suggests years under sun and | | moonlight. A faint scar, nearly invisible, runs diagonally through his | | right brow. These sea–green eyes are the kind that seem to shift with the | | light. Sometimes they are a soft, murky jade, other times the sharp glint | | of bottle glass dragged from the ocean floor. They’re framed by long, dark | | lashes and faint crow’s feet that speak more to laughter and mischief than | | age. His gaze is steady, often unreadable, but not cold – there’s always | | something dancing beneath the surface, whether it’s amusement, curiosity, | | or the weight something unspeakable. He sports a narrow jawline that tapers | | into a clean, shadowed chin, usually brushed with a short, deliberate | | stubble. His lips are full and frequently fall into a “resting tease face.” | | There’s a certain roguish curve to his mouth. When he speaks, it’s often | | with the corners of his mouth tugged slightly upward, like he’s in on a | | joke no one else has heard yet. His neck is lean and smooth, lightly | | freckled along the sides from long days in the sun. Just under the | | collarbone, the faint edge of an inked symbol occasionally peeks out: a | | knotwork anchor wrapped in thorns. From left jugular to just about his | | Adam’s Apple, in a diagonal slashing motion, are three parallel scars that | | are consistent with a powerful clawing wound. His hands are long-fingered | | and dexterous, the kind of hands that can palm a coin, pour a flawless | | drink, or tie a sailor’s knot without looking. His nails are clean and a | | few faded scars crisscross his knuckles. On the inside of his right wrist | | is a tattoo of a swirling black eye He smells faintly of expensive rum, | | citrus, exotic spices, and the sea. | | He is using: | | (E) a newer generation iPhone protected in a blue OtterBox | | (D) a tailored black vest with subtle embroidered detailing | | (D) an orange silk dress shirt with French cuffs | | (S) a band of tarnished silver that holds a polished onyx stone | | (D) a pair of charcoal suiting slacks with clean-cut ankles | | (D) polished oxblood brogues with subtle wingtip detailing | | (intertwined) (E) a jade ring shaped like a coiled serpent in oceanic hues | |_____________________________________________________________________________|