~GREY SEER ZHUKRIX~

 Torn from his native realm, here lurks a prophet of doom; an agent of hatred and chaos, a skittering and scurrying mastermind of malice and dread. Mistake him not for any mere ratkin; here you stand before a Grey Seer and if he takes notice of your presence, your demise is surely moments away...

  ...Or rather, this is likely how he envisions himself as he glares balefully at his surroundings. When his bald-snouted face isn't twisted in a snarl of disgust or irrational disdain, he's sneering or offering petty, cruel grins at those in his path; unspoken (and likely never realized) promises of painful ends or torturous subjugation. He almost always appears annoyed or agitated.

He drapes himself in thick robes and lugs around a mage's staff with precisely none of the reverence one would normally afford such a tool - the shaft is near-cracked in places, riddled with fang and claw marks. It'd seem fairly useless if not for the oddly glowing stone upon its crown, painting everything 'round the Seer in a sickly green light.

He views the world through beady, ruby hued eyes, though when he channels his dark magicks they sometimes adopt the same vile green glow his stave emits. His fur is near-white, an ashen gray tone offset by the pink flesh of his face, hands, tail and feet. His skull is framed by a pair of yellowed, twisting horns- the very hallmarks of his birthright are never hidden away or concealed.

There's a musk about him, distinct and perhaps too noticeable- the pungent scents of dirt, old sweat, and wet rat mingling unpleasantly. Indeed, his fur is often matted and he seems unconcerned that there's an almost unbroken layer of grime over his entire person. However, he seems to be in relatively good health despite this... at least, one cannot see any open sores or catch the sickly scent of runaway infections. Optimism suggests this means he must wash on occasion or give some thought to self grooming, but it's clearly not something he dwells on often.

He speaks a very rapid, surprisingly coherent Common, though he seems to chitter just as often in his native tongue by way of habit. His voice is thin, scratchy... harsh and shrill at times.

What he means to achieve here is anyone's guess, but anyone saavy to the ways of the Skaven might assume that it is not at all good.

LIGHTS:

Green: Any and all RP.
Yellow: Overly arranged or staged RP; I prefer flow of the moment stuff but if you want to ensure paths cross, I'm tell friendly!
Red: Anything against server rules.