If the weather is foul and his bones ache, he'll gray at the temples, wrinkle a bit, and complain about how times have changed. If a vivacious young lady enters the scene, he'll grow a few inches taller, his voice will deepen and become resonant, and he'll swell at the shoulders and other strategic locations (he'll respond along similar lines if the right man comes along).
Like most Amberites, Paris has great pride and affection for his colors. Unlike his relatives, he has no real loyalty to what he considers his colors to be. His style of dress varies with the occasion, though not necessarily in any straightforward fashion.
The form from which Paris varies in that of a dark-haired (again, of various style and length), fair-skinned, twenty-something male. When feeling strangely himself, he'll sport tattoos of Celtic design.
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