4 June 2012
Hi, I'm Chrys. Yes yes, weird spelling of Chris and all that. I've heard it all before, and I'm pretty much bored of hearing that over and over. Chris is too, well, normal. I'm not normal. I'm different...
Chrys is 13. His jet black hair with the shocking purple breaking up the darkness stuns even those most skeptic of his style. The inch-long strands of hair shimmer clean and bright. His eyes are a violet-y red and his skin pale from lack of pigment. He isn't quite an albino, but he isn't far off, and the contrast of his dyed hair, and amazingly pale skin is enough to blow you away. He wears T-shirts that seem to go well with him, but would look out of place on others. A shirt in purple, navy and yellow, with the buttons left undone, revealing his pale and muscular chest. Chinos clothe legs that move hypnotically when he walks, swishing with his every move. On his feet there is nothing. No socks, no shoes, nothing. His toughened soles step lightly upon broken glass, yet he feels no pain. His voice is deep yet friendly and smooth. It heals the ears and soothes the mind, like a lullaby to a baby. On his hands he has one ring with a single gemstone. The gem glimmers a deep purple, almost as hypnotic as his eyes. Normal would not describe Chrys.
To be continued.
Chrys • Opuss № I