Fang Lirian
Fang's hand moved with an expertise like no other, his yellow snake like eyes moving over the paper as his pencil moved with a grace not often seen. His long black locks of hair were of course falling loosely over his shoulders as he drew in his tattoo shop. Of course he wasn't doing a tattoo right now, no customers that day, a slow day because it was snowing out and it was a Sunday. Usually the place was buzzing with people, either wanting a tattoo or a piercing of some sort, and he had the legal license to do both. Loving when he got to do prince alberts the most, gave him some very nice eye candy. Alas, as of late his artistic inspiration had dwindled and he was beginning to feel down, a little, not too much. Fang stood at a height of six feet, zero inches. His yellow eyes moving to watch his hand, making sure he didn't screw up. To anyone outside of him the drawing would have appeared luxurious and amazing. But to him it was just a school project that he wished he didn't have to do, he didn't have a muse for it, and it was turning out like crap to him. His skin was pale except his revealed tattoo on his left arm, specifically the wrist, it was black thorns, of course he hadn't actually done it himself, but it was well done. His snake-like tongue moved to his lips as he continued trying to get the line to go the right way, his tongue was pierced in two spots because of it being snakelike, but he did move it back into his mouth once he got the line going the right way. His ears were pierced, and he had snake-bite piercings in his lips. He loved that name, considering he had actual snake fangs being a basilisk but they were hidden of course while he was in this form. The heater was on in his shop, reason being he couldn't get too cold, or else he might die. He wore a black jacket of course with the collar down, black jeans with a black studded belt keeping them up, black tennis shoes, and a black silk shirt under the jacket, it was not visible. One thing though was the chain around his neck with a heart locket on it, the locket had a large turquoise on it, and otherwise held no picture in it. His body moving with his drawing, he would of course turn if someone walked in, but otherwise was focused on the task at hand.
Fang's hand moved with an expertise like no other, his yellow snake like eyes moving over the paper as his pencil moved with a grace not often seen. His long black locks of hair were of course falling loosely over his shoulders as he drew in his tattoo shop. Of course he wasn't doing a tattoo right now, no customers that day, a slow day because it was snowing out and it was a Sunday. Usually the place was buzzing with people, either wanting a tattoo or a piercing of some sort, and he had the legal license to do both. Loving when he got to do prince alberts the most, gave him some very nice eye candy. Alas, as of late his artistic inspiration had dwindled and he was beginning to feel down, a little, not too much. Fang stood at a height of six feet, zero inches. His yellow eyes moving to watch his hand, making sure he didn't screw up. To anyone outside of him the drawing would have appeared luxurious and amazing. But to him it was just a school project that he wished he didn't have to do, he didn't have a muse for it, and it was turning out like crap to him. His skin was pale except his revealed tattoo on his left arm, specifically the wrist, it was black thorns, of course he hadn't actually done it himself, but it was well done. His snake-like tongue moved to his lips as he continued trying to get the line to go the right way, his tongue was pierced in two spots because of it being snakelike, but he did move it back into his mouth once he got the line going the right way. His ears were pierced, and he had snake-bite piercings in his lips. He loved that name, considering he had actual snake fangs being a basilisk but they were hidden of course while he was in this form. The heater was on in his shop, reason being he couldn't get too cold, or else he might die. He wore a black jacket of course with the collar down, black jeans with a black studded belt keeping them up, black tennis shoes, and a black silk shirt under the jacket, it was not visible. One thing though was the chain around his neck with a heart locket on it, the locket had a large turquoise on it, and otherwise held no picture in it. His body moving with his drawing, he would of course turn if someone walked in, but otherwise was focused on the task at hand.
