Asterope looked down at the man, glaring at him. “Do I know you...?” he asked coldly, and without waiting for an answer, he shoved the man aside and continued down the path into the city. He ran a hand through his golden hair, looking through the stalls. He kept a stone cold glare on his face, making him appear unnecessarily intimidating, making the children run and cower behind their mothers. He walked over to the stall selling fruits, and pulled out a pouch of coins from his pocket. “An apple.” he said cooly, gazing down at the seller, who cautiously handed him the apple, and Asterope handed him some coins. He took a bite of the apple, and continued down the path.
hair: ditry blonde with bangs that fall past his eyes, and stick up in tufts
body: 6', long legs and broad shoulders
weight: 55kg
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