Profile of Cicero

Cloaked in a pelt of dusk, Cicero appears to have walked from the stars themselves. Muted purples and charcoal, smattered with an off white, drape his slender frame in thick, curly tresses. Fur that always appears tidy and well-groomed, as the man is just as neat with his appearance as he is everything else. Due to having been a sickly runt, his size was stunted, leaving him to stand shorter than the average male. His lithe frame would allow him to be swift and agile on his feet, should he be free of a lame left hind leg. It was a childhood injury that never quite set right in its healing phase, and has cursed him with a limp. Cicero's eyes, while a striking and sharp silver, seem perpetually tired, or perhaps lost in thought. Cicero's confidence lies in his wit, not his stature, and it's noticeable in the way he seems to always slink, his head never raised higher than his shoulders. As if he's an elusive creature of the night.

A brilliant man whose passion has since been stifled, Cicero is a tortured poet. He leads with his mind and his rationality, though as the consequence of empathy and social skills. He's the type to overwork himself and neglect his needs, for the sake of a breakthrough or benefit to society. Insightful, he's able to pursue knowledge with an open-mind, though will stick to his firm beliefs and what he believes is morally right. Thus, he can tend to be a bit stubborn, and while he lacks in brawn, he makes up for it with wit. Well-spoken and well-mannered, Cicero can be amicable, but his first impression is typically withdrawn and guarded. He keeps his heart off his sleeve, and it can take quite a while for the man to reveal himself and his secrets.

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