Standing before you is a primal looking elf who's form stands at a tall, for an elf, five feet and seven inches. His body is a temple of pain, covered heavily by deep scars and blotched burns. His shoulders are broad and he stands tall and proud, legs never breaking for anything. His muscles are almost immaculate and if it was not for the gratuitous amounts of scarring that covered his form this elf could almost be called beautiful, but alas the days where he could have been called as such are long past and what stands today is a testament to survival and damn stubborn pride.

Every vein that can be seen on this elf's form would be entirely black, not that of the normal bluish hue that most humanoids would have. Sprouting forth from the elf's back, if they are not hidden, would be two large black and ever-shifting wings could be seen. They would look as if they were made up of pure blackened energy, perhaps negative energy, and sparks of red would crackle all about them. If touched, unless resistant to such energy, the skin of whatever being that touched it would become blackened and a searing, and draining, pain would inflict said being.

Normally, this elf's visage would be covered by a hood all except for the smug and prideful smile that would curved along his scarred lips. Should his hood ever be tossed back though, the first thing that would draw the onlookers attention would be that of the long and horrid looking scar that crossed past his cheeks and through the bridge of his nose in a horizontal fashion. Next would be his eyes, they would be in the shade of the darkest black and it caused there appearance to look like an empty void, but there seems to be something wrong with them as cracks like fissures in the hue of red have now appeared forming along this elf's iris. Finally, from the top of his head and past his broad shoulders the Nomad's ashen hued and matted locks would appear, from the sides two long and curved horns would be seen, there tint that of the darkest nights.

This is a man who's core and being appear to be only savage and primal, more driven by emotion than processed thought and should this man ever utter a few word, which he often does, one would hear a voice like that of a blade being dragged against stone and a vocabulary more suited to a drunken Dwarven bard than anything else. Adorned on his neck there is a scar crossing it, and perhaps this is a permanent reminder of the event that caused this one's voice to become as harsh as it is now.

This is a survivor, like his father, and his father before him. He is a Catha'sol, and his name is Xaux'un.

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Reds: No -real- reds but the character will react accordingly to anything thrown at him be that scat, vomit, or even death. Player will not discriminate(Unless it's against Server Rules), but the character just might.

Greens: Any race and any gender is completely fine. Character is a switch with a preference towards submission when it comes to ERP.  Almost anything just ask or do, in all honesty just let the rp develop and we'll see from where that goes! Do what your character will do and I'll do what mine will do! If one really wants specifics just send a tell!

Player is almost always, very, tell friendly!

~However, what it comes down to is how the roleplay goes! So rp your character and lets have fun! <3~