The complex network of tattoos and scars spelled out a sigil array- one entire body for one entire array. Xe was a living spell, a grimoire that could run, a person with magick burned into xir circulatory system and across xir eyes. Xe was a horrible, eerie mess, and the sigil-scars glowed with malevolent intent.
Xe grinned, wide and pleasant. Xe hadn’t chosen this. Xe would be kind.