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[Eldred Jonas]

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Eldred walked into the hairstylists building, Alizia holding his hand. "You are sure you wish to do this my love?" Alizia asked with a small smile. Eldred noded, giving no other reply as he approached the hairstylist. "I request color removal...". The hairstylist smiled, "Of course m'lord. Please come this way". The hairstylist led Eldred to a strange looking chair; one that reclined back with a headrest that allowed his head to rest back in an open bucket. Eldred knew what to expect, for the goatee he had been growing in showed his true color.

Eldred sat in the chair with a knot in his stomach, his head laying back in the bucket as he waited for the hairstylist to begin. Alizia wandered the store, looking at the various tonics and items. "This will only take a few moments M'lord", the hairstylist said as he began pouring a foul smelling tonic on his head, working it through with delicate hands that made Eldred feel uncomfortable. Blue liquid began filling the bucket, running down the sides of Eldred's face and the back of his neck. After a few moments the hairstylist poured water over Eldred's head to wash away the rest of the blue that clung to his hair. The hairstylist looked at Eldred, a smug grin on his face. Eldred truly wanted to kill the man for the look. "It is done, M'lord. Would you like to have a look?", the Hairstylist asked with the smug grin still on his face.

Eldred slowly stood, finishing off drying his hair with a towel. He slowly walked to the mirror, not wanting to see but knowing he had to sooner or later. He stood before the mirror in silent contemplation, looking at a man he thought he left behind years and years ago. A man who saw such a great horror that all color literally left his hair to remind him of that day forever. A day that he was so desperate to forget that he kept his hair colored an odd color, with an odd excuse for it, just so there would be no questions of why a man so young had hair so white.

Eldred continued to stare at himself, his hair now pure white as it had been those many years ago. It was more pure white than he felt a man of his past deserved. Almost an oxymoron. Alizia stood behind him, her hands wrapped around his waist as she looked at him in the mirror. "You now look not only handsome, but distinguished.", she said while giving him a tender kiss on the cheek.

Eldred only sighed. "I look old..."
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-Eldred Jonas
Prince of Sanctus
Kingdom of Sanctus