Brightly-colored, vibrant robes that clashed and yet went together well, in a strange way, would usually catch a passer-by's eye, even if the wearer was standing still and trying to hide in bright day-light...Right? So it would seem, to most people, if you posed the question to them. but the wearer of this particular set was hard to spot if you only passed by casually.For the figure seemed to shimmer in the air, making him difficult to spot and distinguish his outline. He seemed to blend in to the backdrop of almost anything, despite his brightly-colored robes.
For your sake, to prevent any uncomfortable conversations, I shall inform you that this wearer of robes is indeed a male, and his name is Mimicri. The latter, however, could be easily confirmed if you only asked. Every bit of Mimicri was covered, only the bright, emerald-green of his eyes could be seen underneath the bright yellow hood-yet-hat. For on top of this hat-yet-hood was a cap-like thing; yellow with randomly-colored spots spaced far and between. On top of /this/ was an array of something like feathers, in different colors, starting from white at the base, to a thin strip of yellow, to green, the red, with a tinge of blue around one side and the top. Tassels and colorful cloth ornaments adorned his already-seemingly-sweltering outfit. On his back was a bag-like, vaguely scimitar-shaped pouch, with the hilt of said weapon extending from the top, just as vibrant as the rest of Mimicri.
"We are but part of the architecture. If you chip us, do we not flake? If you moisten us, do we not grow moist?" ~Victor the Gargoyle, from The Hunchback of Notre Dame