cut away everything

In the Coven, everything about Hunter's appearance was decided for him. The clothes he wore were all identical, standardized uniforms, he wasn’t permitted makeup or face paint or tattoos (not that he’d be able to get one at his age), and his hairstyle was carefully maintained by Belos. Every once in a while, his uncle would look at his hair, wrinkle his nose, declare it was getting too long, and set him down in front of a mirror to carefully sculpt it back into shape. Buzzed on the sides and back, longer on the top, slicked back with hair gel and with a forelock dangling in front of his face. That was how he had always looked, and he’d never questioned it. But now, he was standing there in a yellow jumper and brown pants that he’d picked out himself on a whim, in a realm he knew nothing about, staring at a statue of a man that looked exactly like him.Same hooked nose. Same sharp eyes. And the exact same hair. Forelock and everything.