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    * LOSTEYES SAUVETERRE MIDDAY | Demi-boy | Twelve months | Former Deputy and Harbinger of War in the Sanctuary

    * Demiromantic Asexual | Not interested | Makes enemies easier than friends

    * A strange fellow shrouded in mystery, Losteyes is a man of indifference and dislike of the people around him. He's cold and aloof, an emotionless shell of intimidating stares and blatant sarcasm. While he may just seem rude and upset, he struggles with common interaction; social situations make him uncomfortable, and only sometimes does he attempt to be polite. There's an inate sadness around him, an air of lonely sorrow derived from the loss of a loved one, or of a home. Occasionally he can be found in quiet contentness in the presence of plants or sunsets, calm scenes of nature. Otherwise, he's calculated, rough, blunt. A wayward soul.

    * A domestic feline with a lean, athletic figure comprised of streamlined muscles and calm disposition. He retains a generally well groomed pelt, a clean alabaster in hue, and though his fur is of a medium length and silky, it is occasionally mussed and messy by sleepless nights. His mood can often be seen through the tightness of his jaw or the position of his shoulders; where his emotion lacks, his body language kicks in.

    Losteyes has rather interesting eyes, perhaps alluding to his name. They're somewhat doeish, heavy lidded and droopy, lined with pretty lashes and purple shadows underneath. They're a murky green in hue, light, mossy, the color of a foggy swamp, and somewhat glazed over by deteriorating eyesight.

    Most obvious are the scars surrounding his eyes, strips of faded burn scars which spiderweb around his face, though never touching his maw or ears. Some are larger than others, more gruesome. Some red, some pink, some dark and painful. True attributors to his name.

    * Will attack if provoked | True Neutral | Do not sneak up on, expect retalliation | Voice Claim (Levi Ackerman)