Eyes: Of a warm hazel shade, Khoemi's eyes are extremely expressive and capable of giving away his every emotion. Framed by light coloured eyelashes that are thick, full and long, Khoemi's eyebrows in comparison are slightly darker, and relatively messy, for he doesn't feel the need to keep them maintained with any particular ferocity.

Hair: Khoemi's hair is dark blonde, several honeyed shades darker than his eyelashes and eyebrows. It is generally kept short, though because it is rarely trimmed regularly, it is most commonly at a length that is easily swept back by finger combing. Khoemi's hair is thick, and could easily be considered 'lush', though Khoemi only really recognises that it is heavy, and not overly enjoyable to wear at any great length in the summer months.

Height: 5'9

General Appearance: Khoemi has a baby face, and he is not at all ashamed of that; in fact, he is quite proud of his boyish good looks and (in his opinion) unbeatable charm! With straight white teeth, and a rakishly good smile Khoemi stands as tall as his rather less than impressive five foot nine give him structure to, his body lithe and built of wiry muscles and yet more dashingly good looks. Long, well-shaped legs lead to lean hips and very nice arse (if he does say so himself!) and a deceptively flat stomach, riddled with hard earned and well defined abs. A lean and delicious torso leads up into wide shoulders, wiry muscled arms, a clean shaven neck and finally, back to that beautiful baby face Khoemi takes so much pride in.

Warm hazel eyes stare out at the world, their expressive nature having a habit of giving away his every emotion, despite what Khoemi may otherwise wish to share with his companion. Framed by light coloured albeit long lashes, Khoemi is positive the gods have gifted him all the beauty and single human could possibly house. His head is topped by dark blonde hair that is kept at varying lengths, depending on his mood of the season; heavy and thick, his hair is often ruffled by fingers sweeping back through the locks of honeyed gold. Clear and flawless skin covers all those magnificent rippling muscles of his exceptionally godly body, with freckles few and far between on his face, though there is a party spread and dropping away down his back in a splatter as if someone flicked a quill at him and scattered ink there. On the front, Khoemi has a slightly off kilter triangle of three freckles around his belly button - which, for the record, is an 'innie', not an 'outie'.

None of that, however, is to say that Khoemi is a particularly stunning creature; it is the eye of the beholder that determines one’s beauty on the scale of another. However, Khoemi’s pure and determined attitude that he is the shit does nothing but help his appearance. With his head held high, a well-cared for and obviously well maintained body, Khoemi is capable of turning heads without having the deep natural beauty that some men and women claim. With that arrogant tilt of his chin, however, comes the warning bells of ego, and while Khoemi’s luscious lips may form a sweet smile and sugary words fall from them upon the ears of any whom he so dedicates his time, there is a darkness flickering on the peripheral vision that warns all is not as beautiful as it first seems.

Khoemi has several scars, most of them very minor and insignificant in the larger scale of things. His arms, in particular, are home to small blemishes from hot liquid glass, hot water, or getting too close to hot piping. Almost all of these display the fading of age, in agreement with the fact that most of these cropped up during his apprenticeship. He has a particularly nasty splash mark over his left hip, that he obtained by accidentally startling a nervous apprentice.

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