[quote]"A relatively tall man by human standards stood before a wounded Titaness, a dark, chromatically oscillating tulle mask obscuring his identity as he brazenly confronted her. His sloppily knotted, sandy blond hair, interrupted by fine gray streaks struggling to dread, jostled just off the floor as he advanced.

“Gerrika…” Tossing her name so casually felt like an affront to her being. 

The half-punched cut-outs of the magical fabric over his face, in quite a few ways, worked as a shield, distorting any direct path from her worn, bright emerald eyes to his. Beyond the veil, his conviction was clear. His gaze not only suggested, but his aura commanded the weakened Titaness bend to the relentless authority of the wicked poppet with white, diamond eyes he held like an urn..."[/quote]


[center][i]Continued in...[/i] [H3][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/197683-the-bureaucracy-of-ig/ic]THE BUREAUCRACY OF IG[/url][/H3][/center]