Art. Something about this male seems to permiate the ideal. Each step taken is that of a dance, flowing with the sure placement of his people. Every motion, a fluid and subtle act.The words that fall from this elegant man fall onto ears with the ease of the breeze, bearing only a faint weight in some way that is hard to place. Perhaps if one could simply see behind such speech they would find themselves peering into a very dark mind indeed, a place where the heart hums a dirge of beautiful horrors, and his soul keeps step in the dance of battle, bearing the wise words to keep his sanity afloat.
 As is the norm of his kin, Lo' bears dark flesh. Hairless and smooth, though the rise and swell of a quite atheletic musculature casts masculine shadows over nearly every inch of his body. Often bearing these sultry shadows among a wardrobe that seems to honor his flesh with exposure with whites, greys and the purest of blacks.  
 Upon either hip one can easily spy his weapons of choice, a duo, each sun shaped blade bearing multiple razor sharp 'rays' that curve away from the main disc. On occasion, a small flicker of red light will dance over the edges, typically when hostile tension seems to build in the air. Almost as if the weapons can feel and anticipate battle. Would one be so fortunate to catch these weapons in action, they would find a trio of beings quite capable of dancing for three. Each one seeming to bear a life of it's own, striking out against foes with the same motions used to parry away incoming attacks, and even the occasional spell.
 Most times this man's face is not hidden, and for good reason. Bearing the sharp features of an elf, wisened but not marred by time, there is a certain charm about him that one simply has a difficult time placing. Almost as if he holds confidence in plain view, teetering on the dangerous edge of healthy pride and devious narcissism. With sin curling his lips into a sly smirk, and ruby eyes that seem to reap the bounties of desire, most would say he is rather handsome indeed.

In his many years, the man has earned himself the delicate touch of age. Each of those ruby eyes have begun to wrinkle lightly at their corners, as has his nasolabial furrow grown more pronounced. Even in his hair can you spot the signs if you are of keen eye, for here and there are stray locks of silver hiding amongst a sea of snow.

Lights. If you're feeling bold, go ahead and ask. I'm more than happy to let you know what I'm into.  If not... well, I like roleplay with good story, I like creativity, and am not scared of a little Sadism, given, or recieved. Romance is lovely, and building friendships IC or OOC is always fun. So shoot me a message. ^^ Lo' will help out practically anyone IC, and I'll certainly do the same OOC (If I can.)
Of course, (And this should go without saying.) I won't abide to things that are against the Rules and what not of the server.