This man has a dark soul. You can't quite tell what exactly it is that gives you that impression, but something within his ice-coloured eyes smacks of a deep troubledness, of a forlorn regret and perhaps even a thirst for vengeance.

It is deep, though, and hidden behind an enchanting veneer of a jaunty, bright personality and an exhuberant love of all things dangerous and mischevous. Those ice-cold eyes dance with a winsome energy that lights up his sharp, chiseled facial features. Possessed of a body that looks as though it were cut from marble, this affable rogue has an undeniable grace and dexterity to him, precision being something that comes easy to his long-lined, handsome physique. Those acquiline facial features have a sharpness that his lips do not quite share ~ though the pale lines of flesh that frame his lips are hard and beautifully sharp, the softness beneath them is plump and inviting, and they more often than not twist into a mirthful smirk that adds mischief to the silvery sparkle in his eyes.

Visible through the deep vee-cuts of his clothing, the rogue's chest is unshaven in all its masculinity, and the rest of his attire sports an earthy practicality that says he is not a stranger to ranging in the wilds. His voice is accented with what (for those from Faerun) is unmistakably the attractive lilt of the Ffolk people of the Moonshae Isles (think Irish!).

Overall, the man's shape, state of dress and demeanor would mark him some manner of highwayman or pirate -- if a light-humored one. If such seemed mundane at first, those of magical inclination would feel slightly uneasy around the man -- as though his form repulsed the weave itself.

Curious indeed!