I had black irises. They were like two pools of ink. I had short, fluffy, black hair. It fluffed up in the back and swooped down, covering the bandaged right side of my face. My skin looked soft and was a slight caramel color. I wore a Daphne Edwardian style blouse and a pair of black, vintage trousers with little silver butterflies and white flowers embroidered on. I had black Doc Martins on as well. Attractive, despite the bandages, completely hidden under my clothes, wrapped around my entire body, only stopping at my neck, wrists, and ankles. I am male.
I had black irises. They were like two pools of... [more]