Sevaht Adams

_____________________________________________________________________________ | is catering to the lighting with all the right angles while just frowning at | | a litany of Takis flavors | | | | | | This is a fit fella with a rundown demeanor in his early twenties. | | He is 5’9″ and has sun-kissed skin with a light olive base, chestnut hair, and hazel eyes. | You can see his face, neck, and hands. | | | | A twenty-nothing man with a frame that would be lanky if he quit chasing the hustle. | | | Chestnut hair is cast in a tousled state with a natural health. Kept a half foot in length made shorter by the curly waves. A calm slope defines his forehead with an old and marring scar cutting horizontally through his right brow. Hazel eyes embody the dichotomy of a hazy disinterest and a hardened clarity; otherwise hiding the blues and greens of a forest canopy encroaching on a sunburst ring of amber, yellow and brown. Facial hair lightly frames accidentally wide lips that hide their fullness with a stressed press. His neck is a little long with a sinewy detail bought by effort, like a masseur’s hands. | | | Long fingers carry the current knicks of work over old, faint scars of the same. Calluses have formed along the fingertips matching the evidence of someone prone to taking up a stringed instrument. | | | | | | | He is using: | | a silver plastic cell phone | | | | | | (D) a tired looking canvas button-up overshirt | | a white t-shirt | | (D) a shiny metallic bracelet sporting turqoise stones | | | | a pair of faded blue jeans | | a pair of white sneakers | | | | (C) an old, battered guitar case, carried | |_____________________________________________________________________________|