A wandering druid of an unsavory kind. Nox can usually be found with a walking stick of some sort supporting his weight, or slung over his shoulder.


He is broad, tall, pale haired and muscular despite his choice of studies. His eyes sport that of a silvery color, due to his ever flux of shape changing, his eyes lost their true color decades in the past.


In question of his longevity, Nox is nearing the age of three hundred.. Though his form shows no sign of old age. At the forefront of his "form" Nox could be assumed human by the looks of him, but in truth, he is not.


An outer-planar being born from some dark lit forest, Nox would explain that he finds this human-esque form "Most comfortable" when the subject arises. On that note, one would find themselves lucky to be locked in such a conversation with him, for Nox is not found often talking.