There are the unsavory, sneaky, disreputable and douchebaggy types around.. and then, there's Zaibh.

The gent'd seem to just possess all the aforementioned trait in spades, tall and looming, quick with a snide remark or whatever ridiculous thought that might've at that moment passed through his mind. Not to mention he usually always wore a hood, which just screamed jackass and not worth anyone's time. Which he probably was.. if not for the fact that the fellow was just simply so god damn good looking. Borderline ridiculouslessly sculpted and shaped, as if chiseled from perfection itself. From the top of the jet black, short haired head on down to his expression, the douchebag always managed to keep a curl of a grin that was shit-eating to say the least.

Said features were, of course, the norm for the plane -- undeniably gorgeous and real, real manly. Predatory, even ; Zaibh'd manage to look both terrifying and handsome at the very same time, if he could ever be fucked to remove the cowl.All the same, the wine hued eyes that peered out from underneath that hood likely added to the whole package of mystery and untrustworthy-ness (that's a word, right?) of the gent. Arms bore the obligitory 'bad boy' series of tattoos and markings, various runes or just fanciful doodling that was engraved and penned into the sun-kissed flesh of meaty, muscled limbs. At least he managed to avoid ever crossing them along his chest, 'tis all that was required to make him appear the pinnacle of prick-dom that he was.

Though, of course, it was all too good to be true ; the douchebag's appearance that is. Sadly his personality was just that, of a total dickhead's. Those with perhaps a nose for something off or magic at work would no doubt find that Zaibh's form was quite literally loaded with it. The very flesh and bones that he possessed, skin and muscle all an intricate facade... 'twas an elaborate ruse, one that he tried to keep up as best he could but of course, accidents happen.

The 'real' Zaibh was quite clearly nothing like his assumed alter ego of humanoid flesh. The creature stood at nearly nine feet tall, black as styggian night and and scaled, barbed and twisted. Various horns, bone white and sharpened to an edge pertruded out the thick hide of the beast, along both shoulders and head, a useful tool or weapon if it really came to that. The wings were just as terrifying and beautiful to behold as the rest of his form ; a span of leathery and onyx appendages resting out of the massive monstrousity's back. Limbs ended in clawed, talon tipped digits, on both hands and feet. The muzzle of the beast topped off the entire package, bearing those blood red predatory orbs and maw of razor sharp, lethal fangs.

A fuckin' douchebag through and through.

Oh, wait. His cock -- yeah, that fucker's packing... 'tis real big.