My Body is Steel - My Soul is Lightning - My will is Thunder
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The Black Dog of Moxtli stands before you! A 5'6'' boy that looks to be no older than 16 with a head of untamed hair kept up in a wild ponytail. Big maroon eyes are full of life and are often kept in an icy glare to help him appear as cool as possible. He wears traditional Moxtli robes in all black with shorts beneath that expose toned legs leading down into black sandals. All black everything! Nothing less for the Black Dog of Moxtli.
He often keeps an air of royalty about him, His every movement is graceful and made with some grand amount of purpose. There is a slight static that can be felt whenever he speaks. This, all for the sake of looking cool. He is quite delusional Recently his body has started to gain definition, the aspiring warrior having trained to bulk up and improve his physique under the guidance of a True Legend. [ OOsu~! ]
Along most up his torso and left arm are scars where his flesh had once been melted away by magma magic. Though this has been mended quite well, there is lingering damage to his mana circuits. Spicy Left Arm.
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Three Tyrium weights have been strapped to his body, one on each limb save for his left arm.