Ash Kross
[ Physical Description ]
At first glance, Ash appears more like a seasoned privateer than a creature of the Lower Planes. He stands with a rugged, athletic grace, his skin bronzed to a deep, sun-kissed tan.

His hair is a messy, wind-swept crop of deep crimson, short and choppy as if cut with a dagger. A sharp, brilliant silver streak cuts through the right side, catching the light like a stray bolt of lightning. His eyes are his most jarring feature: a vivid, electric green that seems to pulse with a restless, internal energy.



[ The Mark ]
If seen without a shirt, a small, jagged lightning bolt brand is visible along his right pec. It isn't a tattoo; the skin there is slightly raised and translucent, occasionally flickering with a faint, blue-white glow when his temper flares or the weather turns foul.

[ Sensory / Aura ]
Scent: He carries the heavy scent of the salt sea mingled with the sharp, metallic tang of ozone.

Temperature: His skin is unnaturally warm to the touch, humming with a faint, rhythmic vibration.

Atmosphere: A subtle field of static electricity surrounds him. Small sparks might jump from his fingertips to metal railings, and the fine hairs on a bystander's arms may stand on end when he nears.

The Sailor: Looking for a navigator who can smell a storm before it breaks.



The Blade: He is rarely seen without a heavy blade at his hip, though he seems to prefer the threat of it over the draw unless the "static" in the air gets too heavy to ignore.