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Jorlin is easily recognisable due to his magnificent height, 6'5. Another long standing aesthetic would be his hair; silky, long and black but usually tied in a neat low ponytail with a silver ribbon. As he's moved throughout multiple societies from his past magic days, he's adapted fashion and style wise accordingly. If you were to pass him by on the street, you'd maybe cast a second glance and avoid him as he looked gothic. Which is inherently true; Jorlin has taken a distinct liking to platinum white skinny trousers - though not jeans - with a brown belt at the waist, paired with a navy sheen shirt. On top of this ensemble is a truly remarkable ankle length coat - of course in black, with golden trimmings and crystallised cufflinks. The collar rides right up his neck like Dracula's, and therefore hides his daunting hair. His face is quipped and lined with age despite his young appearance, and one might expect his skin to be pale as the moon but it is in fact a gorgeous beige due to lifetimes of sun exposure. He carries mountains of jewellery; a lot unseen, but also a lot on display. He harbours a real ruby and silver ring on his left hand, an odd pale obsidian one on the other, a whirlwind of unique necklaces slung both over and under his shirt and a few mysterious bracelets. One of his eyes is a startling red and black concoction - people assume it to be a contact lens - and the other is a muddy brown. He's a walking mystery; a walking phenomenon, a walking demon.
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personality: Jorlin used to be fun-loving, active and somewhat carefree - but that was when he was merely a child - destined for just one life. As he aged, Jorlin has been through it all; depression, mania, ecstasy, petrification and fury - which leaves no strong emotion left in his soul. He is empty, having been loved and felt love too many times. He wears pain from many past events with shredded dignity, hiding it with manipulating people and becoming foxlike; extremely cunning and sly. He can bend your will to do anything, but his emotions have such a broad spectrum that sometimes they dance around; he can go from one extreme to the other in a heartbeat. But usually? He is hollow.
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strengths: With his broad experience of life, Jorlin is incredibly knowledgeable and intelligent. He is good at reading people; he can sniff out ulterior motives and can easily double - or triple - cross people and feel nothing for it. He uses his looks and seductive charm to woo whatever he feels is necessary to his objectives, and will throw them away just as quickly like trash when they're no longer necessary. He's incredibly resourceful - in the worst of ways.
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weaknesses: Some say Jorlin's void of emotions are his downfall. He begs to differ. His chiselled masks of feeling fit so perfectly onto his face they seem so real to others; but he hasn't felt anything for decades. No one knows if he can love, hate, or be overcome with glee. They only know his shell; his ruthless skin.
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likes: His likes range from an elegant strawberry cheesecake to handcrafted daggers from the 1800s. I'd be here all day if I were to list them.
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dislikes: One thing that will never change is Jorlin's ferocity when it comes to past events. He will never, ever bring them up. Not unless he's being brutally tortured. Or ends up loving. Who knows. He also hates new trends - always has, since those Victorian girls started adding feathers to their hats to the stupidly long acrylic nails teens feel obligated to ruin their perfectly normal ones with.
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backstory: Well, well... no one has lived to tell the tale.
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other: Jorlin has a vendetta against America, and Americans in general. People have assumed it was because he thinks Britain should still be ruling the country.
