Schlosser85
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“The Emperor was studying Feyd-Rautha, seeing the heavy shoulders, the thick muscles. He turned to look at Paul—a stringy whipcord of a youth, not as desiccated as the Arrakeen natives, but with ribs there to count, and sunken in the flanks so that the ripple and gather of muscles could be followed under the skin.”
Heh, I describe my protagonist with the word "whipcord", although he's a little more strongly-built than Chalamet.
I describe him
The young racer was barely out of his teens, lean but wiry like whipcord, all tight tense energy chasing itself restlessly through slender frame.

