Alathain walks like a man who owns the world, though he doesn't let his arrogance get the better of him and he will in most situations strive to come off as charismatic in his interactions with others, his silver tongue suggesting that he had some kind of underworld past.

His skin is tanned deeply, not at all surprising with his noticable Calimishan accent. His build is lean and muscled without being bulky. He's seen always in a faded old coat with many, many, pockets.

He gazes from a pair of steely-blue eyes, adorning his sharply-featured masculine face. The bellow of his voice is quite deep, yet his demeanor tends to be lax and sometimes cynically cheerful.

Around his neck hangs a symbol of Helm, marked as the kind given to a specific level of priests. Much battered and scratched, nicked and cut, looking for all purposes like it might be stolen by hanging on this sort of man.

Last but not least, the vibrant purple hair. Don't ask.



RP for lights, the usual shit is banned. Don't like erp with dudes or shemales.