Age: Unknown
Sex: Male
Race: Demonically tainted Water Genasi
Weight: Approximately 200 Lbs

Look, it's a walking blueberry!
Though if you'd call this man a blueberry, he'd likely castrate you over chuckling about it.
Likely a reason for that, though.

He stood often clad in clothes that covered most of his blue skin, usually hooded as well.
At his belt were a few pouches filled with things he often needed, as well as a sheath
at his hip that held his trusty blade, which rarely left his side.
When he did wear outfits that were more comfortable, and revealed more of him, anyone
looking would find that most of his torso is covered with scars, looking as thoughthey were done with a blade, one or two perhaps even with a crude brand. He wears an eyepatch over his left eye, which is not often removed to reveal the pale orb underneath, lifeless in its current state, with no ability to see anything. It is a sore subject, and one he is not likely to speak about often. He looks built for battle, at his, his form honed by rigorous activity, as well as fighting itself. His blue skin is rather toned as well.

He has not found himself in the realms for many years, due to the fact that he has been
out to sea most of that time. Many years ago one might find him with many friends surrounding him, though over the years those friends dwindled and he found himself alone. Ratherthan go elsewhere, the prospect of being a privateer seemed the right calling. His idea was to become a ship captain, though as of late he has longed to again plant his feet upon firm ground.

There was even a time when he had his own Inn, with plenty of people that called it home.
That dream however faded long ago. He even used to have a few slaves of his own, until the entire realm was taken down in own fell swoop.

His plans now are rather open, finding himself with a desire to acquaint himself with new people and make some new friends. There isn't ought he would do if someone found themself on his good side. If you however are on his bad side, he will chase you to the ends of the earth to end your life in a pool of blood and sweat.

He is rather friendly most of the time, though he does have those days where he is simply in no mood for banter, or simply wishes to be in the company of only certain friends. He enjoys a strong drink, often favoring whiskey straight up, though he's not entirely picky if another type of alcohol is offered. When drinking he is also more likely to share stories of his life, as well as those subjects that might be sore to him. He also enjoys his fair share of games, whether they be for the excuse to drink even more, or simply for fun.

Being that he is a water genasi, he would seem a little out of the ordinary, even with so many peculiar sorts that inhabit this region. His blue hair seemed to be the most noticeable part of him that would become watery at times, as if the strands of hair were about to fall from his head and form a pool of water. Though they wouldn't, simply shifting back to his solid form. He does have some ability to control water, sometimes able to form a globule in his hand and throw it at someone. He is also drawn to water, enjoying places where he can submerge himself, feeling quite at home there. He also seems to stay away from fire whenever possible.

Many ages ago he decided to make a pact with a powerful demon, wanting to become powerful himself. It wasn't all too apparent, unless someone has an eye for that sort of thing. Though when he became rather angry, his blue skin would tint slightly red, his veins turning almost purple against his blue flesh. The promise of power was of course simply a curse, allowing the demon to make Elyas do what he wished of him, or die otherwise. Because of this blood that flows through him, he tends to stay away from anyone who looks to be of the clergy, or even celestials for that matter. Things often turn problematic when they learn of this curse, and trying to cleanse it from him would likely kill him.

Also, he's not the sort to just have his way with anything that spreads his legs. He prefers to get to know someone before having sex.

Now... approach... say hello! He doesn't bite often.


Sexual tidbits:
When not in clothes, one would notice the rest of his body is just as muscular as the bits that were normally seen. A clear sixpack is shown through his abdomen, though he's not exactly "ripped." At those loins of his was of course a blue shaft, which when erect was able to reach nearly a foot in length, with a rather thick girth to match. It's no wonder he was so popular with women in his hayday.

Reds: God-mode idiots, permadeath, scat, blood play, watersports, vore, gore, other men in SRP.

Yellows: Herms, shemales, feminine males (need to be in the right mood).

Greens: Long-term roleplay, marriage, romance, story-based roleplay, females, slavery (owning slaves,  he doesn't make much of one himself), vanilla, titfucking, hot-dogging, teasing, groping, public sex, semi-public sex,  oral, deepthroating, vaginal, anal, soft sex, rough sex, trying new things, gags, binds, shackles, bondism, sadism,
degradation, masochism, choking, spanking, pulling hair, and many more!

If there's a particular green or red you're wondering about, just ask.