A large and burly man, yet young of face. His icey blue eyes speak of a new adventurer in the lands of Sinifer, lacking experience though thirsting for knowledge and the unknown.

Kristian stands at an impressive six feet, seven inches. Towering over most of his kin, though far from the tallest hero seen within the gates of the city. He has a wide, barreled chest and chiseled abs one could wash their laundry upon. Thick biceps strain against the clothing he wears, almost threatening to tear through the very fibers of the fabric. He is young, handsome and ferociously strong.

Crimson hair frames the sunkissed face, and one might notice that his chest is completely void of body hair, either naturally or by his own means is uncertain. Strong tree-trunk legs support the stoic warrior as he strolls through the city.

For those who might be curious as to what they would see if they happen to catch a gander at his endowment, no tanlines are found to distract from the crimson pubic hair that frames a rather meaty stalk of manhood that dangles between his thighs. Flaccid, the circumsized, flared tip dangles past mid-thigh, but not quite to the knee. A thick, heavy sack hanging below that slab of meat filled with potent seed for those who might fancy being drowned in it.

::Kinks::
-Kristian will never be submissive.
-He loves to shower lucky partners with gallons of cum.
-He's a brute, and will use his impressive strength to be forceful in mating, but can also be a soft and sensual lover for times when its needed.
-He will experiment in bondage, light pain play, degradation and slavery, having an interest in such, but not having found the right person yet to help him discover such a world.