(Portrait is a placeholder until I can find something more fitting.)

Name: Rhass
Species: Night Elf
Sex: Male
Age: Unknown - but the thousand yard stare he often holds speaks of having seen many, many things.
Height: 7'1''

Some background lore/context for those interested:

With his snow coloured hair and blue-grey complexion, Rhass could perhaps be mistaken for a Nightborne of Suramar as opposed to a typical Kaldorei. However, his eyes lacked that signature infusion of purple that the Nightborne are commonly seen with. Instead, glowing, lightly coloured amber eyes peered out at the world. Amber eyes of which had been long regarded by his people as a sign of great destiny.

A superstition that seemed to hold true for Rhass, having led a long and adventurous life, serving his people and the Alliance well with his penchant for all things martial and swift, terrible might. He gathered a great many friends and allies to his side, sharing all the highs and lows life had to offer, be they mundane or extraordinary.

The inexorable river of time however, lets none escape its swift and merciless current. Though Rhass had evaded death many times, others around him were not so fortunate. One by one, whether by the machinations of his enemies or simply the withering of age, comrades and friends faded from his side. When the dust settled after the Burning Legion's final invasion of Azeroth, Rhass was alone with his scars and memories.

With the world seemingly safe from the ultimate threat at the time, Rhass departed. By some means, whether accidental or intended, he has found his way to Sinfar. He keeps to himself for the most part, brooding in more secluded places.

He is no longer the hero some regarded him as, and there is caution to be had in dealing with a man who feels he has little more to lose.

Physical Description:

(Largely WYSIWYG but I can add some little details here as time goes by.)

Standing at just over seven feet, Rhass is a giant by most human standards, but is in fact of typical height for males of his race. 'Elf' he may be by human tongue, he is anything but slender or frail. Like many of his kin, he has devoted himself to a lifetime of martial discipline and in turn given him an incredibly toned physique. He was not as bulky as an orc, but the elf nonetheless did not lack for meat and muscle on his old bones. Where ever one's eyes may trace, a hardened contour seems to begin just as one ends. From the slope of his broad, rounded shoulders to his muscled calves, no part of him appeared neglected for exercise.


ERP Lights:

(Please note, this character is not always nice. He is not always mean either. Your mileage may vary with him on any given day, further compounded by -who- is speaking to him. As something of an old loyalist for the Alliance, he is not going to be keen on most of the races flying under the Horde's banner, or those who remind him of them. With the exception being his comparable diminutive cousins, the Blood Elves. As distant kin, he has always had mixed feelings about them.)

(Also, while I am happy to lightly RP with anyone regardless of their skill in English, I do prefer more competent writing in ERP. I realise this may seem elitist, but I can't really enjoy a scene if someone is scraping by with very simplistic and short emotes. Not every emote needs to be a whole page of a novel, obviously, but good detail can make even a 'vanilla' action very hot.)

Greens:
-> Breeding, or the threat of it as he unloads gushing jets of virile, tainted seed inside a vulnerable womb.*
-> Getting his cock sucked and worshipped.
-> Watching a pair of fat tits attempt (or succeed?) to sandwich around his thick, veiny fuckpole
-> Putting mouth, pussy and asshole to good use as different sheathes for his long, fat dick.
-> Witnessing shock, awe and/or delight at his twelve inch bitchbreaker
-> Smothering, marking and glazing a woman with his excessive precum and jizz.
-> Turning paper tigers into mewling kittens
-> Offering up eloquent, crass and/or degrading praise as a woman submits to his whims
-> Having his muscled physique worshipped
-> Slow, lounging fucking is just as good as bestial, babymaking rutting, depending on the mood.

Yellows:

-> Dub-con/Non-con/rape - If pushed or tempted enough, Rhass is not beyond taking what he wants. I do check lights, so if I see these things as yellow or red, I will hesitate to make Rhass initiate such actions unless the green light has been given. I realise it's not very immersive, but I would rather avoid drama. I'm just here to write smut.

->Breeding appears again here because I'm not super interested in RPing Rhass as an actual father unless I have a lot of trust and synergy with the other person. Rhass has been marked by the things he has been fighting through his life, leaving him with questionable (but fun for some) side effects. A night elf hybrid might not always be the result of coupling with Rhass...  (I'm open to discussion on this.)

-> Long term relationships/Slavery - While I can try to be consistently online, IRL takes precedence, so I don't want to leave anyone hanging. I am happy to 'bubble' such plots/storylines so that neither party is left 'stuck' and unable to have fun when the other is not around. Open to discussion, like many things!


Reds:
Death, Gore, Vore, Heavy/Excessive violence (A bit of manhandling is hot and necessary to keep his prey pinned as he tames her, but unless they were properly fighting beforehand, he's not going to disfigure a pretty woman.), Underaged looking or acting characters, Scat, Filth, Males, Shemales/Futas, Hermaphrodites