The flowing midnight blue cape of this radiant crusader seems like it forever blows in the wind. With a body carved by angels, Neverman is an example of the pinnacle of the humanoid physique. Broad, thick muscles handsomely wrapped around a tall, slender figure speak nothing of the superhuman strength he bears, but inspire moistness of panties wherever they are seen. With a voice that could shake the heavens from the skies, and melt the coldest of hearts, the man that will only introduce himself as Neverman is impossible to ignore. His skin-tight outfit leaves little to the imagination, and those of dirtier minds may study his bulge enough to determine it's impressive, meaty shape -- with balls that cradle the seed of the Gods. His ice-blue gaze seems as though it were capable of freezing his foes or peering into the souls of those around him. His breath by contrast is heated and warm, sensuous when cast upon skin and a burning hellblaze when cast upon sin. What woman could deny this mountain of human goodness, this living god?


It is a shame then, that this purest of souls seems naive and unable to comprehend the most basic of sexual connotations.

He's the kind of man you would want to run into in a dark alley, but he won't be running into your alley without substantial help.