In public Sigil usually goes about with black leather gloves on his hands and the cowl of his deep blood red pulled up to hide his features. In comfortable surrounds, he will lower his cowl to reveal what lies underneath.
Under the cowl is a sight to behold. A thin silver plate covers his forehead and the front portion of his head like some sort of armor plating. He's bald except for a strip of hair going down the back of his head like a horse's mane, falling in a wavy cascade of reddish brown to his waist. The rest of his flesh has been turned into a metal smith's playground. There is silver wire that comes off the silver plate that lays tight against his flesh digging in, and eventually turning into ribbons of silver that is embedded in his flesh and forms a myriad of designs. Golden ribbons join the ribbons of silver, sometimes rising out of his skin to become golden wire that digs painfully into his flesh. The alterations look painful, and vanish under the robe. If you can tear your eyes away from the mutilation of the flesh to look at his eyes, you can see hints of blue that peek out around the white scarring that has stolen his sight. It looks like someone burned his eyes. (App 0)
It should be noted that Sigil cannot speak above a whisper. |
