#i can also see him getting the magician tarot card tattoed somewhere

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an assortment of headcanons about Faulkner’s appearance, compiled because they haven’t been relevant anywhere else:

Faulkner has a mouth full of crooked teeth. from a distance, the gappy grin reinforces his charming and innocent persona. but closer up, the jumble of tiny jagged teeth suddenly looks a lot more like the grin of a shark.

Faulkner bleaches his hair in hotel sinks, frying the ends and turning it more yellow than gold. maybe the shining shock of it feels like a halo around his head. maybe it’s the act of taking control of his body that’s the really sacred thing. or maybe it just makes his reflection look less like Charlie, and makes for one less painful reminder. even he’s not sure.

Faulkner has a broken nose that healed juuuuuuust off center. most folks can’t tell at first. but he knows. it’ll never be quite right.

Faulkner is all sharp elbows and knobby knees and skin and bones. he lost track long ago of the difference between a dutiful fast, a grasp for control, a self-imposed martyrdom, and a simple lack of funds. but for what it’s worth, his malnourished frame does make it easier for people to underestimate his age—and therefore him. and he can use that.

Faulkner has two stick-and-poke ballpoint ink tattoos, both of which he did himself in secret one night. one is a series of tiny prayer marks on his hip, just below the waistband of his pants, where it’s sure to be hidden no matter what he wears. the other is a little smiley face on his shoulder. just because he could.