qué pasa hombre

??/M/5'5.

A seemingly young man, or perhaps a boy on the verge of being a man. It's hard to tell.
His hair is very light, practically white. If you look at it closely you can almost see it glowing from within. It is not very long, but not particularly short either. Wavy, with bangs that nearly reach his eyes. A wilted flowercrown adorns his head, the petals darkening with each day.

His skin is dark, sunburnt, with a myriad of white, glowing swirls covering his arms, legs, hands... Some of them are even in his face, framing the pitch black eyes.
He wears robes woven from a fabric that mimics the appearance of the night sky in a way that's almost eerie. Their sleeves are long, often falling down to cover his hands, and the hem has a tendency to drag on the ground. Occasionally revealing his bare feet.

Sometimes you hear his voice adressing you, in a soft and soothing tone. But his lips never move. You think. You cannot see his mouth or nose, if he even has them, since the collar of his robes cover them, leaving the deep dark eyes your only means of trying to discern his expression.