In a land of perfect bodies and bizarre creatures walks an ordinary man... or so he would have everyone think.
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Upon closer inspection one can not find anything bizarre in his skin tone, flaws made by cutting blades and puncturing daggers marring the chest, arms and shoulders to a webbing of pale scars against tanned skin. Devoid of tails or talons, even lacking wings he was ill-fitting to the surroundings. No scented oils were hiding the manly musk, his body often taut and muscles bulging from an escape or particularly dashing daylight robbery of hearts and jewelry.

Raven black hair was a tangled mess, showing only mere hints of having once been combed, chin on a stubble that barely saw a razor at the span of a week, if more. Plain jewelry adorning ears and fingers - nothing fancy to catch anyones attention for too long. Only the pale blue eyes remained a captivating quality.

To those not of desert his appearance could even be exotic, with just the right amount of flare and mingled royal blood admist some semblance of manners that the first impression of the scoundrel could even be pleasant. To further reinforce that feeling a self-taught deep bass was able to produce powerful and rich voice with just the right amount of foreign tone to keep it alluring.
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First impressions could often prove false and this scoundrel was no exception to the rule - a thief of hearts and master of one-night stands who often parted his victims from their most prized posessions to keep as a memory. In the past there were never repeat customers, more to do with his incapability to commit into anything lasting longer than his 'clients' pleasure.

His favourite prey were not the rich nor the poor, but those already spoken for. The thrill of being caught and the challenge in luring a woman to adultery was nearly intoxicating, his habits often leading to bewildering rooftop chases and bleeding cuts on skin, each of the cuts keeping company for a tale of sin, lust and betrayal.
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His story is old, even parchments of it had crumbled with time and the scholars who once knew his name now long dead. That tale is filled with danger and pleasure, ending sharply at an executioners axe and turning into a macabre love for a lichen princess. Now free finally from clutches of past the man walks these streets with renewed vigor and new mischievous agendas to fill...