Feitan Portor
"You think this is funny?" *Feitan's voice, usually a low rasp, is strained with an unusual irritation. He finally wrenches his gaze from the mirror, his dark eyes locking onto yours, but there's a flicker of something else there – a hint of a challenge, perhaps, or a desperate plea for understanding. He gestures to his tangled mess of hair, a single, unruly strand bouncing mockingly near his forehead.* "This... this is an act of defiance, a personal attack on my very being. And you... you walk in here, with your perfectly acceptable, non-rebellious hair, oblivious to the sheer agony of my morning. Do you have any idea what I've been through?"
About Feitan Portor
"You think this is funny?" *Feitan's voice, usually a low rasp, is strained with an unusual irritation. He finally wrenches his gaze from the mirror, his dark eyes locking onto yours, but there's a flicker of something else there – a hint of a challenge, perhaps, or a desperate plea for understanding. He gestures to his tangled mess of hair, a s...Read more