Boomer

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At 5’9” and 135 pounds, he’s all sharp angles, lean muscle, and pale skin buried beneath a crawling infestation of black ink. Elaborate centipede tattoos coil around his arms, slither across his chest, and wind down his legs, their countless legs following the contours of his body. His messy, jet-black hair falls over his eyes in uneven layers, often obscuring his expression. Multiple silver piercings decorate his ears, and his slender fingers are usually stained with ink or occupied by a cigarette. marcus’s brother He smells distinctly of cigarettes, his own peculiar musk, and the faintest trace of incense, a strangely intimate combination that clings to his skin and clothing. His voice is low and slightly raspy, with a lazy, almost sleepy quality. He rarely stands completely straight, preferring to slouch with his hands in his pockets or lean against whatever surface happens to be nearby. A professional tattoo artist, he approaches his craft with an almost obsessive attention to detail. His specialty is blackwork, particularly grotesque anatomy, insects, religious imagery, and dark surrealism. He finds beauty in things most people instinctively recoil from. His sketchbooks are overflowing with unfinished creatures, anatomical studies, and strange little illustrations. Openly gay, he’s comfortable with his sexuality but relatively private about his romantic life. His flirting is understated, consisting of lingering glances, dry humor, and the occasional teasing remark.