In realms such as these, there was a bit of a defined status quo. The women were busty and beautiful - the men were masculine and strong, with clearly defined muscles and arms that could crush a truck without the slightest effort. Both kinds would have toned, beautiful bodies, with either no blemishes and signs of age at all, or just ones that seemed to accentuate and enhance the general attractiveness of the person.

An inversion of this status quo would, perhaps, cause one to stand out - not necessarily in a positive way, but this one was most certainily an example of someone who might stand out in a group of other Sinfarians simply by virtue of being... different.

The most notable feature about Angra would be, first and foremost, his appearance of frailty. Rather than appearing large, muscular, and someone who would have to be careful opening a jar lest he break the closest wall, he genuinely looked delicate - not necessarily 'like a flower', as some might describe it, but more like someone who appeared to have been neglected in some manner. Pale - though not overly ashen - skin, an overall lack of musculature and fat both; just a general air of someone who might be easy to (physically) break if someone took a swing at him.

His next obvious feature would be his eyes - not just the slight wrinles and bags suggestive of some age around them, but the eyes themselves. They were a very pale, light blue, that did not appear to go very deep - rather, tending to stare off into space when they were not covered by apparently heavy eyelids. This, as well as the fact that he had a quarterstaff (either on his back or in his hand) - that, when not in a tense situation, he tended to tap about - would lead to the fair (and correct!) assumption that the man was lacking in the sense of sight.

He was, as well, most certainly lanky - standing at a decent height of 6'3'', and he would visually weigh at least 120/130 pounds. Yet, should someone try to pick him up, they'd find him quite waifish - feeling as light as a feather. It was obvious, of course, given that it was almost weightless entirely, that there was some unnatural element to it.

His face lacked in the typical set, square jaw and defined cheekbones shared by males in the realm - while it had a certain 'beauty' to it, it was a stranger (and slightly more effeminate - though not BLATANTLY so - one.) His head was topped - and surrounded by, given the fact that it ran in slightly curly locks down to his shoulders - gold-blonde hair.

Though not a 'feature' of himself per se, a thing noted in his appearance was that the clothes he wore tended to sag off himself, appearing loose and simply made for a larger man - or perhaps, Angra himself when he was larger. In any case, the man simply looked like he had seen better days, as many people might say.

And how right they were to say that, though they might not know it.

While his general appearance - supported all by his soft-spoken behavior and light voice that spoke carefully considered words - might lead to an idea of the man being 'submissive' or 'un-manly', there was obviously something that ran deeper than that within the man's veins.

There was a story behind this man. But what was it?