NAME: Sandor
APPARENT AGE: Difficult to Tell with Fey
RACE: Fey
GENDER: Masculine
HEIGHT: Yes.
BUILD: Athletic, Muscular

The first thing most people notice about Sandor is the color.

His skin is a vivid shade of azure, impossibly vibrant and wholly unnatural, as though someone carved a piece of clear summer sky into the shape of a man. The second thing they notice is the smile. It's a crooked, easy expression that never quite reveals whether he's amused, flirting, or quietly making fun of them.

Dark sunglasses conceal his eyes at almost all times. Few have ever seen him without them, and fewer still can agree on what lies behind the tinted lenses. Some insist his eyes are merely unusual. Others claim they saw stars, oceans, endless forests, or things that should not fit inside a mortal skull. Sandor never corrects any of the stories.

Curving black horns sweep back from his temples, framing a handsome face and a carefully maintained undercut of dark, unruly curls. Silver jewelry glints from his pointed ears, while his casual attire somehow manages to look effortless despite clearly being chosen with care.

His physique speaks of capability rather than vanity. Lean muscle defines his frame from shoulder to waist, carrying the balanced strength of a swimmer, climber, or predator. He moves with an easy grace that borders on unsettling; every step appears relaxed, yet there is never a moment where he seems vulnerable or off-balance.

At first glance, Sandor is charming. The sort of man who always has a joke ready, knows exactly which rules can be bent without breaking, and somehow talks his way into places he has no business being. He is quick with a grin, generous with compliments, and possesses the effortless magnetism common to the Fey.

The illusion lasts right up until someone forgets that Fey are not human.

There are moments when the smile lingers a little too long. Moments when he knows things he should not know. Moments when centuries seem to settle behind his posture like a cloak. In those rare instances, one catches a glimpse of something ancient wearing the shape of a charismatic troublemaker; a being that has watched kingdoms rise and vanish, that remembers names history has forgotten, and that treats the impossible with casual familiarity.

Then he laughs, adjusts his sunglasses, and the moment passes.

Whether Sandor is concealing his true nature out of kindness, caution, or amusement remains unclear.

What is clear is that the sunglasses are not there to make him look mysterious.

They're there because whatever lies behind them is worse.

~Lights~
Greens:
Ongoing RP, casual RP, excitement!
Temporary magical transformations of either party, bondage, bullying, degrading, shaming, breath play, throat-fucking, choking, strangling, rough, wild, violence, beating, bruising, slapping, hair pulling, cutting, branding, marking, force, intimidation, threats, trash talk, dirty talk, tears, worship, passionate, vaginal, oral, anal (ideally in that order), biting, scratching, pain, torture, bondage, abduction, beasts, magic, D/S, S/M, slapping (face, tits, pussy), choking with cocks, slapping with cocks, getting hot and sweaty in the act

I'm pretty open to most scenarios and if not listed below I will probably roll with it.

Yellows:

Red:
Receiving scat, being vored, no pedo shit, no stuff that skirts pedo shit either (halflings in schoolgirl uniforms etc), no green m&ms.