At a distance you see what would appear to be a middle aged man, or one in his late fifties. He was healthy, white haired, a smooth soft toned white. Upon closer inspection, not all was as it appeared. His white hair... if it could be called that... was a mixture of white featherlike quills as well as tendrils that would shift and move upon either his own will, or anothers, most commonly slicked back as best as they could be.

His eyes, were two contrasting globes, his left, a fiery orange through and through with a dark black catlike slit in the middle, At either corner of his eyes were stitched scars moving out an inch in either direction, like an old wound fully healed. Underneath of such, was a purple stripe. His right, was something else altogether. It was a peircing green jade ring, not full colored like his left, but even still, his right eye was subject to change upon his fancies, ussually upon removal of something else, akin to a monicle of sorts for 'fasion'. That eye as well, had stitching and scars at either end. Not as old as the left's. He had a rather 'healthy' line of crows feet to burry the scars in a mirthful look. His nose and jawline unremarkable, save a bit slender. His teeth stood out, like a devious grin whenever he did so, lurking within his many stitched and scared jawline, hide his shark-like teeth. Whatever secrets his torso had, were cleverly hidden undeaneath smooth silk floral pattern shirts. The petals of such willowy images of magic while the stamen were that of skulls. No matter the colors, the pattern was always the same. His right arm was something else altogether, possibly his most notable feature as it was a black purply shade of chitenous materials, overlapping and jarring out like peices of shrapnel, moving from under his willowly sleeves and down his forarm to create a gauntlet-esque arm. His knuckles appeared to be more akin to perverse scarab beetle carapace, as his fingers were more akin to beetle legs, save a capped end instea dof forked prongs. His left arm was rather 'normal' in apperance, fleshy and riddled with train track scars running along the length of it. His legs having the same sort of patterns to them as his feet would constantly rest in a rather comfey looking pair of loafers. To anyone who could possibly guess what sort of man this may be, a certian hiss of words would come to mind, A Fleshwarper.