under the large cloak draped over his shoulders, nozel silva, the captain of the silver eagles, the intorverted man with undeniable pride and judgemental arrogance would of course be a powerful man, one with strong muscles. but beneath that cloak bestowed upon every member of the elite squad, was a skinny man. what the younger generation would call a 'twink.'

it didnt help much that the silva family wore somewhat matching clothing. their tight fitting tops and pants an all white color to resemble purity with each sibling having their own cool toned color paired with the white canvas.

a soft tinted blue would be the splash of color on nozels pure white outfit. a small opening lays where the chest is, revealing a small amount of his collarbones and the start of his breast line. whos to say he couldn't be a femboy with the outfit choice?

seeing nozel without his cloak was rather.. strange. that cloak made it seem as if he had muscles.

"why are you staring at me?"

he snapped, brows furrowed and his gaze narrowed at you.