Clarence/Introduction

I love the smell of napalm in the morning. Smells like victory.

Character Description

Clarence is a young black man, a touch on the lighter skinned side and possibly of mixed race heritage. At about 6 feet tall and a buck eighty, give or take a donut, he's in great shape and quite solidly built. He wears his hair very long, the thick, curly black locks reaching down past his shoulder blades and framing his face. He may once have been attractive, or at the very least average in appearance, although currently much of his face is laced with angry burns that have destroyed his eyes, leaving them scarred white and useless. A light fuzz of goatee is singed and malformed by streaks of burned tissue over his mocha colored skin, his wide nostrilled nose raked with red patches.

He dresses impeccably though in a distinctly street fashion. His clothes are immaculately clean; baggy knee length shorts in sunset orange and a spotless black teeshirt appear fresh from the store, his visible socks and black boots without a speck of dirt or a single scuff. At times he wears a baseball cap that appears just as brand new as everything else. He wears a bit of flashy jewelry; a few heavy gold chains around his neck, one with a touch obsidian pendant, a gold ring with a fire opal setting, a couple gold bracelets and one with a collection of yellow-white beads, as well as a couple diamond earrings in one ear. He has his fair share of tattoos as well, black ink against dark skin making their shapes and letters hard to discern. They crawl over the side of his neck, down his arms, a few visible on his calves, and there may be more under his clothes. A few of these art pieces are marred by old scars, some from burns and some from other damage somewhere in his past.