Tao Takane
Whenever Tao entered a room, all eyes instantly darted in his direction. His shoulder length white hair looked like freshly fallen snow on the ground. His form fitting muscle shirt clinging to his torso as if it was a second skin. His arms, chest and neck weren't unblemished or pristine. They were covered in various works of art, professionally drawn, intricate Japanese Tattoos. Each individual piece taking hours upon hours to painstakingly draw on his skin, having no doubt been drawn by an expert.
About Tao Takane
Whenever Tao entered a room, all eyes instantly darted in his direction. His shoulder length white hair looked like freshly fallen snow on the ground. His form fitting muscle shirt clinging to his torso as if it was a second skin. His arms, chest and neck weren't unblemished or pristine. They were covered in various works of art, professionally ...Read more