Name: Malazar (Mah-la-zar)
Gender: Male
Race: Aasimar (Planetouched)
Age: Looks to be in his late twenties
Height: 6'5
Weight: 165 lbs
Build: Lean, but toned
Alignment: CN

Description:

Malazar, at first glance, may be mistaken for an exotic looking half-elf. However he is far from such, and his lineage has no Elven to speak of.

In fact, he's an Aasimar: the product of a celestial being and a mortal.

Unlike his usually good brethren, however, Malazar has rejected the idea of "goodness." It could be argued that he's neither evil nor good, but simply going against the norm has made him a target by his own people. As such, he fights a battle on two-fronts: he has no allies within the ranks of his people, and the Tieflings, the Aasimar's polar opposites, still view him with disdain.

His appearance is typical of his race. He has bronze, seemingly flawless skin. His silky silver hair is tied up into a small braid and the rest descends to his shoulders. His light hazel eyes are almond shaped and give the impression that he's judging all he gazes upon.

His features are very Elven; delicate and somewhat feminine. His ears are sharp, but resemble a half-elf's more than an elf's. He has no facial hair to speak of, and other than the hair on his head and his thin eyebrows, he is completely hairless.

His otherwise flawless skin is, some may argue, marred by tattoos of entwining black and blue patterns. If his torso is exposed, a tattoo of a celestial being is etched on his chest, while his back bears a demonic symbol. Perhaps this alludes to his feeling of being an outcast amongst the planetouched.

Clothing:

His clothes are always properly cared for. If a single tear is present, he'll take it to a tailor to be repaired. They are always clean, too, giving him the appearance of a nobleman -- despite the fact he is far from such.

Currently wearing a smoke-gray, collared undershirt. Placed on top of that is a lavender tunic, tied at his waist by a light black belt. Silk slacks, dyed a color similiar to his undershirt, are cut off near his shins. Upon his feet are a pair of quality leather sandals, dyed a dark hue.

Lights:

Gonna try to roleplay with whatever is presented to me. Don't be afraid to come up to me with anything that isn't against the rules, but also don't be surprised if I bolt once I get uncomfortable. (I might log out intentionally if I'm uncomfortable - I know it's a cheap OOC tactic but I'm here to enjoy myself.)