You see a man just a touch taller than average, with broad shoulders and muscular limbs.  His clothing appears to be made of simple materials, mostly cloth, some leather pieces, a tattered burlap cloak.  The most ornate piece of his ensemble is a dust ruffle made of vulture feathers.  His skin is unnaturally pale, serving as a stark canvas for the ornate jet black tattoos on his body.   These nonsensical swirls and spirals seem diabolic in origin.

His clothing has been mended in places, indicating that this is the kind of person more likely to repair something than to simply replace it, even when it is well worn or ruined.  A dark colored scarf is wrapped around his neck and the lower half of his face, set beneath a pair of burning red coals for eyes that are shadowed by a wide brimmed hat he seems hesitant to remove.

From a cursory glance, you take note of a few weapons on his person.  He wears a coil of rope and a revolver on his hips, a bandolier of shells around his torso, a knife strapped to his leg,  and a double barreled shotgun across his back.  Why he would need such an arsenal in plain view is not readily apparent, the city of Sinfar is a predominantly peaceful one.

Should you choose to approach him, you might find him rather talkative or quite taciturn, depending on his mood and the day.  Should he choose to speak with you, his voice is tinged with a gravelly rasp and his words are accented with a deep southwest American drawl and a dialect popular during the late 1800's of that region.

OOC Information:

For those familiar with the different types of undead, they would immediately recognize this to be a Curst.  A living person trapped in their own ageless body with a powerful curse placed on them forcing them to unlife.  If you were not privy to this knowledge, you might simply think something is off about him, or that he was a vampire or possibly a wight.

Lights:

Females, Shemales, Fembois.  Cunnilingus, Analingus, Fellatio.  Romance, Story, Casual encounters with prostitutes, psychological domination, degradation, dom-encouraged Bestiality.  Race play, verbal abuse, feminization of smaller men.   Luthor is the kind of man who drinks heavy, smokes heavy, gambles and rents companionship for the evening.

Femdom from a feminine presenting necromancer dominatrix (This one is almost green, and could be a storyline), Masculine presenting characters, Playing with Luthor's Ass.  Sounding.

Emotes involving old cum leaking out of someone's orifices, Shit play, Standard Server Rule stuff.  Unclean characters (Some sweat and scent stuff is lovely, but I'm not on board with being nasty for nasty's sake.)

If you're reading this part first, you are curious about the sex stuff!  Luthor is equipped with a large circumsized penis, but not outrageously large:  10 inches.  He also has an extremely long and thick prehensile tongue, similar to that of a Mohrg, but more human in nature.  I am tell friendly!