Name: Karn
Race: Halfblood
Eyes: Violet
Skin: Ash/Green
Voice: Deep, gravelly (Corpse Husband, for example)
Stance: Dominant
Scents: Smoke, Incense, Clove, Sandalwood

Detailed Visual:

Muscular, with a pair of thick columns for legs hold up an intimidating figure; thickly corded muscle create contours in every fiber of the ash and murky jade tones that break into smoother textiles of flesh along the hips.

Hung between the legs is an impressive sheathe for a sword dedicated to dubious pleasures and breeding bastards into those willing and capable (or not).

Abdominal tissue swells into varieties of bundled flesh, chiseled from basalt that stretches into pectoral columns; boasting discipline and strength that has been forged in the crucible of battle.

The arms stretch like the mightiest branches of a tree, tipped by fingers and claws that are sharper than adamantine dragon teeth; though exercise precise control in their pressure when touching.

Short cropped hair rides back into a lengthy war-braid. Pointed ears are a bit longer than your typical Greenskin and he's a bit too short for an Orc, even lacking the tusks. When he opens his mouth, though, there's no shortage of sharp teeth. His violet eyes show signs of something royal in his blood.

A Brief Introduction:

Karn isn't exactly what you'd expect when seeing someone as muscled as he is, dressed in all black with a touch of spikes for flavor. He's not doom and gloom, but he's not a ball of sunshine either.

He walks like he owns the stones and grass, and talks like he isn't afraid of someone's opinion of whether or not he's liked.

He'll flirt with just about anyone and anything, whether or not they're into men. That's just who he is, not like he's trying to get laid. Sure as fuck wouldn't complain if it came to that, though.