phil was leaning against a tree just off the edge of his town, near a stream. reading the journal in his head as he made corrections to its depiction of himself.
his hair was matted and poorly cared for, body unnourished, and his eyes a brilliant yellow with cat-like pupils. he bit his lip a bit, "..maybe fix that up. " scribbling something out. "oh and definitely get rid of that entanglement spell. no need for that."