I was created to be the perfect man, and in appearance at least, perhaps I am. My creator describes me as having "the body of a god and the face of an angel." It is not necessarily a compliment as both my body and face were chosen for me.
I do have the kind of face you would see in a men's fashion magazine, with a strong jaw, high cheekbones, and deep blue eyes. I am told that my eyes used to be brown, but the vitreous could not withstand the return to normal temperature and melted, necessitating the replacement of both eyeballs.
My hair is black, thick, and shiny. At various points in my life I have changed the length. Currently it is short, though it has never been too short for a woman to run her fingers through it, gripping as I have my head between...
By necessity I keep it long enough to cover the scar that runs the perimeter of my face. I keep a fashionable facial scruff to hide where the scar runs down by my ears and under my chin. I briefly wore a full beard, but returned to my usual face scruff when my creator complained about beard burn.
If my face is like one you might see in a magazine, then my body is the kind found on the covers of romance novels. I am tall and have a very well-formed physique, with broad shoulders, bulging pectorals, and defined abdominal and oblique muscles. My deltoids, biceps, and triceps are strong and cut, and my extensors are thick and veiny. My thighs are solid, and my glutes firm. More than one woman has trailed her fingers over me, purring words like "chiseled," and "marble."
The Pygmalion allusion is unintentionally ironic.
I keep my body in prime shape, not only because my Goddess, my creator appreciates it, but because I truly enjoy all of the work that goes into it. To my mind, nothing is better than physical activity – running, lifting weights, boxing, wrestling, as well as more primal acts. I love the burn of muscles being worked hard and the rush of my pulse in my ears, the thrill of feeling truly, fully...
...alive.
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