Name: Aerick al'Reen

Race: Human (Dhamphir, once a full Vampire)

Height: 5' 10" (a bit taller as he often wears boots)

Weight: 185lbs

Age: Appears to be in his early thirties, though it is hard to tell what his actual age is, as he is only recently showing any signs of aging at all. (True age over 500)

Eyes: His eyes are multi faceted, a rich jade green interspersed with flecks of gold and brown and hints of azure. A sanguine halo rings his pupil.  

Hair: His hair has lightened from its raven black to a rich mocha, but he still wears his hair long and well managed taking pride in its lustrous appearance.  Though now recent wings of slate grey seem to have grown in at his temples.

Skin: His skin is no longer alabaster white, having regained the appearance of life within him and the tones that accompany it.

Relationship Status: A pale band of flesh marks where once a ring sat upon his finger for many years.

Past, Present, and Future: His past is his own to tell, a broken jagged path that has left him scarred in more ways than one.  Not likely to be shared with anyone other than the ones he holds most dear and those are few enough in number. With every passing day it seems that number is growing smaller and smaller. However, as  he continues to live his present it is not without its own twists and turns on the road of life, and some of the scars that have been left upon him are not so easily seen with the eye.  If he could tell what the future holds perhaps he would not have stumbled so much in the past.  He continues to live his life even if much of the thrill of living it has seemed to of faded, he still finds joy in certain things.

Distinguishing Marks: He has several telling marks upon his otherwise unblemished body.  The first of those mars upon his flesh and the one being the largest and the longest upon him, a never fading scar upon his back.  The dark blemish is in the shape of a holy symbol of some ancient church branded upon his flesh never to heal.  He has a newer brand upon him, one of his own choosing, lips branded upon his chest right above his heart pouted in a kiss with a drop of blood spilling from the corner of those lips. He does little to cover it when it is seen, rare as that might be, unless his shirt is opened enough.    Finally, the last blemish upon his otherwise perfected skin is upon his right forearm and running down to his wrist.  A tattoo scrawled out upon his flesh like a living thing flowing around his forearm as it moves and writhes upon the surface flowing with arcane potency.

Aerick's face is smooth and well angled his cheekbones proud and with a strong chin seemingly permanently covered with a five o'clock shadow.  His eyes are deep pools that can easily draw the unwary into their depths.  For those who believe eyes are the windows to the soul what can be found within can be both terrible and beguiling all at once.  The lips that hide his most telling feature are only slightly less pale then the rest of him, being what can only be described as kissable on a man the lips full and arched elegantly.  Those fangs the true testament of what he is are often seen when those lips curve into a smile.  If one were to count them they would find eight total four within each jaw.  All four canines being elongated and the eye teeth directly behind them as well, all hard as any diamond giving that enchanting smile of his a terrible quality if he so wishes.  The voice that emanates from behind those curved lips was perhaps one of the greatest gifts the curse had ever bestowed upon him.  Pitched deep, rounded, mellow, compassionate, it was this voice that had swooned so many to their demise a soft, delicious, clean voice  that communicated reason and sincerity and trust, truly a voice worth searching for and once finding listening enraptured to.

Red Lights: Bringing OOC Drama into IC RP.  As for things in the bedroom he doesn't look for other males as partners at least not one on one, also no She-males or Herms, also nothing that belongs in the toilet.