[ Here and sporting a quiet sort of determination about him (and looking for familiar faces) is one white-haired teenager with an odd mark (scar?) on his face. No coat, half-comfortable in a sleeveless training uniform, seeming to have a left arm that's entirely tattooed a dark red or... something. (Naturally, he's wearing a pair of white gloves.)
If there's a bit of frustration about him—and he keeps his lips pressed together in that lightly determined sort of way so as not to be—it's for feeling spectacularly unaccomplished on this front so far. ]
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If there's a bit of frustration about him—and he keeps his lips pressed together in that lightly determined sort of way so as not to be—it's for feeling spectacularly unaccomplished on this front so far. ]