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Ongoing, First published Aug 22, 2023
Dexter Cuttlescar was a man whose appearance immediately commanded attention. Standing at 6 feet 2 inches tall, he possessed a strong and muscular frame that hinted at his physical prowess. His broad shoulders and well-defined muscles were a testament to his dedicated regimen of strength training and athleticism.

Dexter's most distinctive feature was his mane of raven-black hair that cascaded down to his shoulders. It was often styled in a slightly tousled manner, adding to his rugged and charismatic appeal. His sharp, piercing gaze was complemented by a pair of intense blue eyes that seemed to hold a hint of mischief and darkness.

His face was rugged and angular, defined by a strong jawline adorned with a well-groomed, neatly trimmed beard. Dexter's skin had a bronzed complexion, suggesting countless hours spent outdoors, perhaps in the pursuit of adventure or even mischief.

His choice of attire resonated with a sense of edgy sophistication. Dexter favored dark clothes, often donning tailored suits or leather jackets that accentuated his muscular physique. He would pair these with crisp shirts, usually in shades of black or deep jewel tones, further accentuating his air of mystery.

There was an undeniable magnetism about Dexter Cuttlescar, an aura of confidence and danger that surrounded him. Whether it was his striking appearance, his enigmatic smile, or the way he carried himself with an effortless swagger, Dexter effortlessly drew the attention of those around him. He was a man who seemed to embody both power and intrigue, leaving an indelible impression on all who encountered him.
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