OOC Disclaimer : My Lights are First for ease of access and because the bio is quite long -

Red: Don't attempt to permanently kill or dismember  me - and I won't pretend to have one last burst of energy , just enough to rip your heart out and throw it into outer space. Cool? - Bathroom stuff/Toilet stuff -  Men - Other then this send a tell and I will talk to you about it - Notice i left off breaking server rules? Ooo, I'm a rebel! XD

Yellow / Green  - This character has been around a fair bit, thus his yellow and Greens are really mood based grey areas.  While I do try and roll with ANY RP that comes my way, sometimes he or I must refuse and walk away.  This is not a reflection upon any person, or persons, just my mood at the moment is not up for that type of RP- thanks for understanding

(Tell Friendly -depending how you define friendly - and decently knowledgeable of the server)

The Long Read ---BIO---

Name : Many (Currently goes by Mal to most)
Build: Lithe but well defined
Eyes : Onyx
Hair : White
Race : Appears Human

The man before your eyes is lithe, and graceful, moving with the sure step of perhaps noble blood, or heritage. The name most often given, if any name is given, is Mal. To which when asked,he responds, "is as good a name as any." Beyond the tinted lenses, either for fashion or some other purpose, his ebony eyes regard you, from toes to hair. Almost as if he were sizing you for a suit or dress. He holds himself with a noble heir.. nearly always with a flair for words, even if a bit overly dramatic with them from time to time.

His dress is quite fine, preferring the rather expensive silks and fabrics made into billowy shirts and breeches, he has a fine leather belt with a odd buckle, the metal worked into a intricate knot of interwoven bands of silver and gold. Around his neck he carries the same image on a necklace that the never removes.

He speaks with a rare "off accent" at times, falling in and off of it seemingly without noticing it himself. Any with knowlage of ancient places and planes (Lore 20+ or Spell-craft 30+) might set it out as a hint of some type of Infernal peeking though his common, but with its appearance and vanishing one could not be sure.

Carrying himself in a most noble fashion, this man's voice, would be smooth and rich - like most of noble blood - and while he seems to almost look down upon some, he is quite ready to stand for those he cares for in some degree - he also has a tendency to speak with high titles, calling most Lord or Lady, a habit many have tried to break him of , and as of yet , have failed.

When he opts upon the Dark cloak and hood, One might think they see a crescent moon, however, upon closer inspection they would find a Moon in Eclipse - slowing being covered - so that only the crescent remains.

Hidden stuffs:  If one were to somehow see him with his shirt off, they would see the man has various tattoos,  twin symmetrical tattoos spiral down his biceps and forearms, seemingly old and black, while centered upon his chest and back is a tattoo of a Golden Sword buried into a patch of dark land. Upon the hilt of the sword is a emblem of a raven in flight, and many strange runes mark the tattooed blade, as well as in a circle around the entire tattoo - these runes seem to be seared into his flesh, rather then tattooed - and you could feel them in braille should you touch them without a shirt or glove  

(Race / Class Benefits )
While in this form - Mal has all the appearance and charm of a human, and while even the most devout of clerics would not scene too much amiss, there is something off putting,  those who have high connections to there god/gods - celestial and there kin, would sense a deep power in him, masked by something, or hidden.

--Second Form, (Demon) ----
Name: - (Like I would put his true name)
Build - Muscular, Broad and Powerful
Eyes - Crimson
Hair - Jet Black
Race - Demonic
Wings - Black,Leather like

When hit with magic of purity , or pushed beyond his own abilities to control his visage, the man named Mal transforms into the second stage of his being. His skin darkens to that of obsidian, his hair, once snow white grows longer and takes on a  Onyx shade.
His eyes become ruby orbs that encase a the burning fires of hell, and they rest in a rather well boned and strong face.  His Lithe Body bulges and grows in strength, the once toned body, turns quite beast like in its build and posture. His Biceps ripple and his chest turns hard as a chiseled statue.

While in this form, the demonic tattoos upon his arms writhe and glow with sickly green light, while the Blade and its Runes upon his chest and back are drawn inward into his body, all but disappearing from notice. Save the circle around them that seems to blend into his now dark skin.  Broad wings of bone and leather like skin sprout form his shoulder blades, looking capable of lifting this monster from the ground should he desire it.

(Though the demonic magics that surround him are obvious at this point, those with the ability to peer past it ,would still sense that this being is not at his full potential. )

------Final Form  (????) ----------
His final form of changing into his True Form - is not listed, why , because he has not taken it in so long he has nearly forgotten how to - should he ever have cause , it would be a a woeful day