Race: Lycanthrope (Werewolf)

Height: 5'9"

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Black

Standing at a mightily unimposing height and exhibiting the embodiment of an aloof nature, Mikhail - on sight, given his surroundings - cut a thoroughly unmemorable figure, which was likely his goal. That is of course until he opened his mouth, and the onslaught of quick, dry commentary that matched his humor met with a scoundrel's effortless charm to cement his place in society as an iconic ne'er do well.

A life of vigorous rough-housing and larcenous activity couple with his particular kind's natural stocky, broad frame ensured he was possessed of a frame agile, but entirely built to last and sturdy. His physique was sculpted, and toned, carrying with it a height advantage and fair bit more musculature than his fairer skinned cousins.

Athletic to say the least, Mikhail's increased physical attributes hadn't come at a cost of grace, nor nimbleness. He had no lack of dexterous skill and finesse, to aid in all of that skulking that he did. Which was quite a lot. Almost an unreasonable amount of it quite honestly.

Artistic expression for this particular creature manifested itself in a multitude of sprawling ink upon his flesh, damn near occupying every last bit of available flesh upon his person. Tribal line work and fanciful designs bedecked his neck, shoulders and both arms in stygian while his chest housed less savory, wholesome imagery.

Bawdy and obscene depictions of women in various states of undress decorated his skin, forever emblazoned upon his chest in altogether startlingly vivid detail. Quite a lot of care, and love had gone into the depictions, which was likely a bit unnerving given their nature.