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Name: Levi Distinguishing
Marks: · Unusually tall, and pretty skinny to boot. · Optics covered with mirrored glass, which makes them difficult -
if not impossible - to see through. · A goatee made of braided thread that usually has a few gold
beads tied to the end. · When out and about, he tends to carry an old doll-sized toy umbrella, which when folded acts as a cane. Appearance: Levi takes some pride in his appearance – as well he should, since the thin camel-colored glove-leather he’s covered with requires a fair amount of upkeep. Over his skin he wears a sort of loose, knee-length vest made from a tea towel, with large pockets added to both sides. The vest is held shut with a thin gold jewelry-piece; a pair of chains hanging from either end are attached to matching silver coins. The heavy-duty zipper keeping his skin closed is secured with a small brass padlock (his number, 222, is etched into the lock's key). Quirks: · He has a collection of swatches of fabric (all high quality,
mostly silk) he likes to wear around his arms like a scarf. The selection
varies from day to day, but almost never clashes with the rest of him. · Levi doesn't seem capable of any sort of speed. Everything he
does is slow and deliberate, and he usually manages to make his motions look
grand if not dignified. · Due to his faulty construction, he does suffer from a bit of
back pain, and will usually sit whenever he isn't required by necessity to
stand. He's also literally flat-footed, and shuffles rather than walking
normally. · His optics, behind their tinted lenses, are completely
dilated, which leaves him extra-sensitive to bright light sources. · Being quite literate, Levi does take great pleasure in turning
any opportunity to read aloud into an oratory production - most others would
probably say he just likes to hear himself talk. They might be right. About:
Since then Levi's made it a point
to surround himself with the best quality objects he can find (or coerce
others into finding for him) among the ruins. Waking and subsequently claiming
the drugstore he'd once worked in gave him access to a great many useful
things, in fact. One of his prized possessions is an apothecary's cabinet
(among the various chests and cubbyholed shelves
still standing and usable in the place). Though he doesn't usually venture
outside on his own - and if he does, he doesn't tend to go far - Levi doesn't
necessarily mind having company. Unfortunately, any company he does get gets
bored rather quickly as their host rambles on ...and on...and ON. Levi can make
a grand production out of just about anything, and he does this best with his
chosen profession...which he shares, along with his home, however apparently unwillingly at times, with the
other local alchemist - Saul. Technically...Levi is an alchemist. His talents run more to the managing of the business end of things and to the mixing and combining and preparing of elements and ingredients, though he's also a fair hand at whatever other aspects might require undivided attention. Regardless, whichever operations he himself undertakes rarely go wrong in horrible ways. Despite his occupation, Levi is in fact squeamish about blood - or rather oil, as the case may be. Gaping wounds usually cause him to make a precipitous retreat from the area, and he won't start or get involved in fights if he can possibly help it, preferring to talk an opponent into a daze and then shuffle for his lanky life. He's also notably disapproving of whatever vices the stitchpunks happen to cultivate. Most prevalently magnets - which makes Levi something of a hypocrite, as he himself makes use of some weak magnets to ease his back pain. He won't lecture anyone about their habits, though he will most definitely sneer and be condescending. After all, others' weakness is usually his gain. Associated
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