Post by Zane Lucifer Bishop on Nov 13, 2007 16:37:20 GMT -5
Zee had no problem dressing in his dorm. He hadn't become well acquainted with any who shared it and cared little what they thought of his outfit. Much as he despised muggles, he couldn't help but admire some of their culture. Songs, poetry, and literature of a darker bent always seemed to impress him, even when the composers of such were scum. Thus he had decided to design his own costume after a particular story of death and disease by one of his favorite authors. The story, Masque of the Red Death, was set at a masquerade ball after all. Though he planned nothing nefarious for this night, the comparison amused him greatly. That day he had worked on some basic transfigurations of his dress robes; nothing too complicated, simply changing the color and cut of the already elegant cloth.
Now he busied himself slipping into the outfit. First the slim trousers, followed by his socks and knee height black leather riding boots. Strapping a similarly hued leather sword belt on over the britches, Zee left the scabbard empty for now. The rapier would be the finishing touch. A simple long-sleeved white shirt was next, then covered by a black vest with a high starched collar that came nearly to his chin. Where the vest and pants met Zee wrapped a scarlet sash that would be just barely visible beneath the jacket. Next came said jacket, a stunning and well fitted crimson affair with an intricate golden design woven into the cuffs, lapels, around all the buttons, and down the edges of the tails. Only the cape and gloves remained to complete his body costume. The cape fastened along the left shoulder only, draping only down that side, and fell far below his feet, trailing behind him. The pitch leather gloves fit his hands perfectly, not inhibiting his manual dexterity in the least.
His hair had already been taken care of, slicked back to form a lustrous dark cap. His face was cleanshaven, something he hadn't done since his ill fated meeting with Professor Faye. Wand in hand, Zee watched himself in a mirror as he charmed the skin of his eyelids and all around his eye sockets to a deep matte black. It would be necessary to get the proper effect with his mask. The mask, a skull-like piece that had both the appearance and feel of actual bone, covered the entire upper portion of his face. Everything in fact above his lips was hidden, making it truly difficult to recognize the boy based on looks alone. Holding it in place, Zee waved his wand and muttered a variation on a permanent sticking charm that would hold the mask well to his face so that it did not simply fall off, but could be removed if he simply pulled it free.
Grinning at the dashing and mysterious boy looking back at him from the mirror, Zee held up his wand. He waved his other hand at it, transfiguring it as he had his robes. The 13 1/4 inch wand elongated and hardened further, growing more reflective. Soon in place of a wand he held a glimmering rapier, the basket hilt in the shape of a golden skull with the silvery blade emerging from the face's empty nose. This he sheathed on his belt, his ensemble complete.
Zee swept from the dorms and hurried through the common room. He wasn't sure if Wysteria would already be at the ball or not, but he planned on making quite the entrance. Emerging from the dungeons to the entrance hall, Zee saw no other students on his way to the ballroom. He approached the double doors that would lead to the festivities and paused. Looking around to ensure there were none around to see, Zee waved his hand once more, summoning up thick red smoke all about himself.
The doors burst open with a resonating boom and there stood a mass of heavy, flowing, crimson mist. As the red fog fell and dissipated, Zee was revealed, walking slowly into the room and turning his head this way and that. He was disappointed to not see Wysteria just yet, though he figured she would likely just roll her eyes at his entrance anyway.
Now he busied himself slipping into the outfit. First the slim trousers, followed by his socks and knee height black leather riding boots. Strapping a similarly hued leather sword belt on over the britches, Zee left the scabbard empty for now. The rapier would be the finishing touch. A simple long-sleeved white shirt was next, then covered by a black vest with a high starched collar that came nearly to his chin. Where the vest and pants met Zee wrapped a scarlet sash that would be just barely visible beneath the jacket. Next came said jacket, a stunning and well fitted crimson affair with an intricate golden design woven into the cuffs, lapels, around all the buttons, and down the edges of the tails. Only the cape and gloves remained to complete his body costume. The cape fastened along the left shoulder only, draping only down that side, and fell far below his feet, trailing behind him. The pitch leather gloves fit his hands perfectly, not inhibiting his manual dexterity in the least.
His hair had already been taken care of, slicked back to form a lustrous dark cap. His face was cleanshaven, something he hadn't done since his ill fated meeting with Professor Faye. Wand in hand, Zee watched himself in a mirror as he charmed the skin of his eyelids and all around his eye sockets to a deep matte black. It would be necessary to get the proper effect with his mask. The mask, a skull-like piece that had both the appearance and feel of actual bone, covered the entire upper portion of his face. Everything in fact above his lips was hidden, making it truly difficult to recognize the boy based on looks alone. Holding it in place, Zee waved his wand and muttered a variation on a permanent sticking charm that would hold the mask well to his face so that it did not simply fall off, but could be removed if he simply pulled it free.
Grinning at the dashing and mysterious boy looking back at him from the mirror, Zee held up his wand. He waved his other hand at it, transfiguring it as he had his robes. The 13 1/4 inch wand elongated and hardened further, growing more reflective. Soon in place of a wand he held a glimmering rapier, the basket hilt in the shape of a golden skull with the silvery blade emerging from the face's empty nose. This he sheathed on his belt, his ensemble complete.
Zee swept from the dorms and hurried through the common room. He wasn't sure if Wysteria would already be at the ball or not, but he planned on making quite the entrance. Emerging from the dungeons to the entrance hall, Zee saw no other students on his way to the ballroom. He approached the double doors that would lead to the festivities and paused. Looking around to ensure there were none around to see, Zee waved his hand once more, summoning up thick red smoke all about himself.
The doors burst open with a resonating boom and there stood a mass of heavy, flowing, crimson mist. As the red fog fell and dissipated, Zee was revealed, walking slowly into the room and turning his head this way and that. He was disappointed to not see Wysteria just yet, though he figured she would likely just roll her eyes at his entrance anyway.
