eyes radiated atomic wonders, pixel by pixel. smile obliged to the unspeakable (hushhush, slither closed). hair, protruding down like icicles (m elt ing), shadowed black lined eyes. sometimes that gave him power, sometimes it lowered him down further. needlepoint skin flowed out something unattainable, yet he made it seem glorious enough. clothes were color-deprived and occasionally sized girl. stars and all, his shoes stank of grass and nothing delectable.

and the preferred weapon was (not always) his pen.
(someone once told him to go to hell).