Name: Cento "Drekvar" Mermeth
Race: Swords don’t have a race
Type: Claymore
Length: Five Feet Six Inches
Weight: Twenty Five Pounds
Made of: Steel
Enchantments: Keen, Negative Energy Damage, Massive Crits bitch

 Cento is a walking patchwork quilt so to speak. He seems to be a mixture of random parts from a few different donors stitched together with varying bits of metallic golem bits. The flesh is a dull muddy reddish hue, with hint of threads made of iron in the flesh to keep it all held together. He lacks a left limb and instead what makes up the arm is mechanical limb, made of blackened steel with runes etched deeply into the metal. The right limb though lucky enough for the chap is all flesh, but it’s been inked up with a mixture of blue runes that seem to sometimes give off a rather faint light. Despite the hogpog of bits and bobs that make up the man it’s all rather well put together and whomever mended up the man put some time and effort into their craft. Well, somewhat.
 His mug is a mixture of that semi perfectionist craft that makes up the construct work and a whole lot of laziness in maintaining physical appearance. Lazy in that he doesn’t seem to shave, at all. What with that grubby beard that’s sprouting out from his chin and his short hair even seems to have never once been combed making it a messy tumble. But while his hair is poorly kept his eyes bear the mark of the craftsman, as they’re not eyes and instead stones carved to somewhat look like eyes, they’re rather well done as well other than the fact it’s easy to tell they’re rocks. In his mouth are just sharp pointy fangs; it seems there’s no veggies in this guys diet.
 Out of his back are a pair of rather useless wings, useless in the fact that the leather webbing that makes it possible for wings to carry a chap has been torn, burned, and lashed away to a piss poor excuse for wings, even the little limbs that hold them up has seen better days as the little claws at the arch of the wings seems to be missing at least one digit on the rightmost wing.

Lights:
Keep em on, if you play in the dark you’ll strain your eyes.