Captain Beatty Physical Description Novels & Stories

Incognito II The creature was in the figure of a man, but his features were strikingly different. He stood tall, around six feet, with a muscular build that exuded both power and grace. His skin had a subtle, dusky tone, and his eyes were a piercing, ice-blue that seemed to glow with an inner light. His hair, thick and raven-black, framed a face that was both rugged and handsome, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline.

He had power just oozing out of him. Despite his slightly greying hair, and rounded belly, he was still an intimidating figure. He must have been at least 6” 6’ and his shoulders looked broad and strong. He had a large beard which somehow made him look even bigger, a bit like how I imagined a giant would look in one of the fairytales my mum read to me as a child. As Mr and Mrs Hartley made their way passed me, I allowed myself to briefly look at the other man.

His dark hair was slicked back with too much product, and his expression was twisted into something ugly and possessive. But he wasn't alone. Behind Marco stood an elderly man who could only be Chairman Blackwell. I had seen pictures of him in business magazines and news articles, but seeing him in person was different. He was tall, though age had stooped his shoulders slightly, with white hair and sharp features that were softened by wrinkles. He wore a dark suit that spoke of old money and power, and he carried a cane with a silver handle that looked more decorative than functional. His eyes, still sharp despite his age, swept the room with keen intelligence.

I laughed when he shook his head in embarrassment. “I've never thought of a man that way,” He murmured, stroking his hair. “But yes. Theo is handsome.” “What he's like?” I asked, noticing his dilated pupils. “He's a blonde with blue eyes, and from what I could tell, he works out. He looks like the guy who does Captain America.” “Hmm, at least you have good taste,” I confided, picturing Chris Evans wearing his shield and nothing else. “Is he as tall as you?”

Perhaps Tesot had decided to come. A man was led in. Becky surveyed his look. A young man with sooth-black eyes. He was tall, broad-shouldered and heavily muscled. He was well dressed in a new cut of coat and fit-tailored trousers, his hair was neatly cut, and his face was clean shaven. He was a total stranger to Becky and the purpose of his visit puzzled her. The officer left them there. They stood facing one another Becky staring up into his handsome face through the bars. He held his hand through the spaces between the bars for a hand shake which Becky took it in a business-like clasp.

Agostino's guards and Bay encouraged her to do as the man wants. Mr Agostino's guards were all over the place, both in the sitting room and in the compound. Anna slowly sat down on the floor beside him, then she used the opportunity to examine him. He looked to be in his sixties or maybe more, he has a white-looking beard and he is also wearing a white earring on one ear. He has a small mouth and small eyes, his face is round and he looks fat, just a little. He looks nothing like Ace. Ace doesn't look anything like the man either. Does Ace look like his mother then? Anna wondered.

Instead, she lowered her eyes and concurred, "As you wish, mother." A man walks into the police station, heads turn and eyes are drawn to his striking appearance. He stands tall with a confident posture, and his chiseled facial features are complemented by a neatly groomed beard. His piercing brown eyes are framed by thick eyebrows, and his hair is styled in a modern, trendy cut that adds to his overall allure. His attire is sleek and stylish, emphasizing his well-toned physique. He wears a fitted, dark-colored suit jacket over a crisp white shirt, paired with tailored pants that fit him perfectly. The look is completed with polished black leather shoes and a matching belt.

He seemed to notice me as he finished his drink, setting the cup down and fixing his stare on me. He walked toward me, his eyes locked on mine, and stopped right in front of me, his tall frame towering over mine. Standing at exactly 6'4", he was even more good looking than the Beta. His dark hair, damp with sweat from his workout, clung to his face, giving him a rugged, and very manly look. He wore a fitted sleeveless gym shirt that brought out his impressive biceps and a pair of athletic joggers that highlighted his powerful physique. I gulped, unable to tear my eyes away from him, he was so hot. At that moment, something occurred to me.

His head is clean-shaven, but he has a perfectly trimmed beard and moustache, which gives some dimension to his otherwise cueball head. Carey, however, is the youngest of us at nineteen. He’s 6’2”, with earlobe-length brown hair, strong features, hazel-green eyes, and toned olive skin that has the women in the pack drooling over him. He kind of gives off that surfer dude vibe. He’s the least muscular of us guys, with Roland outdoing everyone, including me. Something about Gammas. Every Gamma I’ve ever met looks like they could go for Gold in a bodybuilding competition.

He struts in his delusional glory of bringing in some abomination at his almighty leader’s request. My two newfound buddies flank my sides as I come face to face with the man I assume is in charge. A man with a stern brow and unsmiling lips. Eyes that have crows feet at the corners, surely not from smiling but from glaring. He squints his beady eyes now as he looks me over. Those blue eyes could give Winston a run for her money. He obviously takes care of himself, because his physique is that of a warrior, someone to be out on the battlefield with his soldiers.