The man was tall, but only insofar as Four was concerned. His peacock feathers were what truly stood out between him and others, his might showering down upon the world in their speckles of black, rouge, and gold.
Looking into them truly felt like one was staring into the eyes of a demon, millions as far as the eye could see, and endless in their purgatory.
The man himself didn't seem particularly odd. He wasn't ugly, but he wasn't extremely attractive. He wasn't short, but he wasn't overly tall either. He probably stood at around 5'9" or so, an average height, perfectly measured in all aspects.
His face was cleanly shaven, his brows neatly trimmed, his hair combed back in an arc that made him look like he would be off to work one of the millions of desk jobs back on Earth rather than take any real part in a battle.
