Hux was by no means an ordinary man - even calling him man was far-fetched. His extremities smouldered lightly, swirling whisps of smoke culminating into telltale signs of fire licking his features wherever 'skin' was bare. Certainly the clothes were fire proofed by some magic, or just an illusion to not set aflame instantly. Whatever features his face had were malleable and shifting with his attention, when alone and in contemplation his 'skin' stopped trying to pretend it was muscles and blood, dissolving to a pillowy puff of smoke.

Clearly the genasi tried his best to appear humanoid to others, even if the end result was more or less a hilarious combination of a forest fire dressed up into a jacket.

Distant unless provoked to talk the eerie creature your eyes spy upon seems all but content observing for the time being - biding for that opportune moment to strike out and socialize.

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By now it was well established from rumours and the local newspaper that Hux and his brother were from the Society of Sensation in Sigil - come here with a recruitment drive for a controversial alternative to boredom and depression. Pawning off memories to the Sensates while lucrative and possible was not what the duo aimed for, instead they were keen to find promising imaginative creatures who would be curious enough to experience life through the eyes of others - dangerous and exiting things experienced in relative safety and comfort through the use of sensory orbs - and to join their exclusive Society.

Even more rumours were spread of a new Minoris Festhall being launched by the Sensates somewhere in the surrounding isles, and the genasi in particular was eager to bargain for possible buildings to turn into most magnificent headquarters full of that very special sensory touch.

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Lately Hux has grown distant, no doubt troubled by many things that have happened in recent past. Seemingly less interested in actively recruiting for the Society he can be every now and then be seen just focusing on one of those swirling mists inside his sensory orbs - hopelessly lost within its depths.

It was not like the genasi had grown cold and uncaring, there were just all the telltale signs of an unhealthy addiction or obsession.