A sinister figure, garbed in dark, menacing armor. Standing no taller than an average human, the being seems to emit aura of dread and despair. Unnatural coldness seeps in as it catches and ensnares any remnants of the fleeting light and warmth.  An ever persistent and perhaps pungent stench of death and decay permeates the air, a most unpleasant, putrid smell, for those who could smell at least.

Withered, eternally rotting flesh still decorates his skull. What is most peculiar is that this rotting flesh seems to be moving very subtly. Bits and pieces that were once healthy tissue and tendons slowly writhe across the bone in a haunting and grotesque display.  Its eyes have been long since decayed, leaving empty hollowed sockets.

Yet for all its lack of grandeur and comeliness, the being seems to be in possession of power. That is for anyone with the aptitude of sensing magic, would without a doubt become cognizant that this emaciated corpse was in possession of power, and able to cast spells, and if one had to guess, probably not the "good" type of spells. His hollowed eye sockets illuminating with a bluish, brilliant, menacing flame whenever speaking or casting spells as it is constantly craving, constantly yearning for more power

Having embraced dark powers and unnatural means to extend his life, the creature seems to be a Lich and thus, escaped the shadow of death. That ever persistent desire for more knowledge embedded into its perpetual decaying self.