"Battle not with monsters, lest ye become one.."

Jorren stands like a wall of muscle and old fury, at seven feet plus some, he's a brute made flesh.  Broad shouldered, scarred, and heavy with the scent of the wilds and iron. Thick braided hair crowns his head in a mohawk with the sides shorn to reveal scars and stories painted.  His beard bears the same braid adorned with small baubles and wraps. One blood red eye peers luminous whilst the other is as white and blinding as snow.

Coarse hair adorns his arms which end in blunted but still pointed claws and his teeth are just too sharp; hinting at something more within this .. man.

"There are hungers older than gods, colder then mercy.."

==============
Favorites: Mess.  Roughness. Temptation, and Primal Passion

Likes: Women.  Lots of curves and cushion. Lewd Encounters.  Non Lewd Encounters.

Maybe:  Feminine Males (A yellow green, but be warned!),  Pregnancy RP, Too dubious.

Dislike : Server Normals