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  • Oct. 8th, 2007 at 2:02 PM
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Standing at ‘5"6 and weighing 150 pounds, Zelman would be considered rather skinny, but one look at him without his shirt on and it’s clear that he’s more lean and very well-fit. His skin a slightly tanned color, seems to bring out his unique deep blood red color eyes and his deep unruly crimson spiky hair that reaches a few centimeters below his jaw line.

When it comes to his looks, he has inherited the striking European and aristocratic features of his father, but nevertheless there’s something slightly androgynous of his fair looks. He’s not exactly feminine looking, but there’s definitely that softness to his features that is not hard to miss. Still you can’t quite miss that serpentine touch of those same features that only seems to hint at that manipulative, but also seductive nature of his, like the snake that tempted Eve in the garden of Eden.

Being someone that loves piercings and tattoos, he has both ears pierced and has a red intricate wings tattoo on his back. The wings represent his freedom and the red, the blood that he had to pour to earn that freedom.

Zelman’s clothes though consists mostly out of comfortable jeans, pants and shirts. He doesn’t exactly keep up with the current trends, but there’s always something trendy about him that seem to capture everyone’s attention. Clothes to him are more about comfort than anything else, except when he’s going out. Those times, he makes sure to dress to impress and perhaps seduce, from leather to midriff bearing tops, he makes sure that the outfit is attention earning enough.

Poison

Your cruel device
your blood, like ice
One look, could kill
My pain, your thrill...

I wanna love you but I better not touch
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you but I want it too much
I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison
Your poison running through my veins
Your poison
I don't wanna play these games

(I wanna love you but I,but I better not)

Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace, on sweat

I hear you calling and it's needles and pins
I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't wanna touch you but you're under my skin
I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison
Your poison running through my veins
Your poison
I don't wanna break these chains

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