Blood and Steam
Common First Impression:
Pointy ears half hidden by a wide-brimmed hat do little to make this alien man look more human. Lank white hair hangs to his shoulders, and his eyes are completely grey, with no pupils or whites in evidence. He is dressed in well worn leathers, and he smirks wryly as he catches you giving him the eye. “Pretty, ain’t I?” he jeers, one arm resting on the table with a shot glass held in long, deft fingers. The other arm hangs casually below the table, but you are certain the fingers of his other hand are caressing the military pistol holstered on his leg. He lifts the glass in mock salute, then downs the dark liquor in a single shot. Then he seems to lose interest in you, rapping the tiny glass sharply against the table twice, which prompts a man sitting next to him to refill it.