#charcterideas

The man sat in the same seat everyday. The blur of the subway’s dark halls faded in comparison to his black locks that fell just short of the yellow tie he wore today. It was a different color each time. The suit stayed black, the top hat tilted a few degrees left each time, the gold eyes stayed focused on the white walls. The pristine dress shoes and calloused hands never so much as twitched. But the most interesting part was the crow on his shoulder.