This mysterious male appears to be being stalked by Miuo as she waits for a proper bio to fill this spot.

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Name: Dorian
Aliases: Lord Dorian Quinn~ Merchant Lord of Erista, Count Serrif Elorirvian, Dorian Saristin, Canis Nestralis,there are others but really none of them matter here.
Gender: Male
Race: Formerly Elven (Vampire)
Age: Appears 20 by human standards (Approx. 850 give or take a year or two)

What you see...

Before you stands a tall broad specimen of an elven male. Standing 5'6" in height Dorian is proof not all elves are scrawny little tree huggers.

His build is that of a well honed warrior. Shoulders broad and powerfuly built with tightly compact muscle down into a chest thick with the same. This trimmed down into a narrow waist to his hips beneath which his muscled toning continued down into his legs.

Though of course this is all you can tell through the thick leather garb he tends to wear when not wrapped in the plates of his armor. If out doors Dorian is -always- covered from head to toe. A heavy leather scarf wrapped over and around his head to hang about his shoulders the shadows it creates enough to obscure his features with in. No doubt there is a certain amount of magic involved in this obscuring. In fact any one with an eye for such the man seems perpetually draped in some form of enchantment or another.


What you don't/won't see ...

Though once upon a time Dorian was far more free with his identity it is rare now, save for in the company of a very few, Dorian will expose himself to any one. But when he does one might be shocked to find a young looking male with sleek angular features of the elven kind. Something of a boyish sweetness in his handsome features which is only amplified in the small grin that tugs upon the corner of his soft pale lips.

Eyes are a vivid blue most times, though when angered or hungry they seem to shimmer and take on a deep amber glow as if the mans irises had been set ablaze and one were peering into the very depths of hells hottest fires. His flesh is pale not uncommon amongst the elven kind though at times it is a touch -too- pale, -too- gaunt to denote an elf of good health. It is these times one might wish to be just a little more cautious around the man as he is no doubt hungry.

That hunger is always evident however in the depths of his eyes. When he gazes at some one seldom does he see a person, rather he sees prey, another source to quench his ever present, controlled as it is, thirst.

Aside from the dark rich fabrics of his clothing there is one other thing the man always seems to wear. A slender gold chain upon which a small locket hangs. This bauble is highly protected and to touch or attempt to take it will surely end in the loss of some vital part of ones anatomy.

As far as his body is concerned. Tattoos mark his pale flesh curling over his back and chest to wind down his arms. His torso inked in various tribal symbols and arcane runes all the way down to his groin. His generous length tattooed with an intricate weave of ink. Each nipple is pierced through with a small platinum hoop. And again the tip of that length is looped through with another small hoop.

Otherwise he is a rippling mass of finely honed muscle and raw power. Nothing of the stereotypical elven fluffer one might assume male elves to be.

Brief bits of history....

Born into slavery with his twin sister, Dorians beginnings were not all that grand. In fact they were painful and miserable, but he endured and was set to live out his meager existence. Until his twin sister was murdered at the hands of a cruel and sadistic owner. After the horror of her death Dorian struck out no longer content to be tormented and harassed he murdered the noble who owned them and fled.

Since then he has roamed. though most his early days had been spent on Styss. There he learned much about himself, and though it came long after his death and rebirth into the creature he is now, he found true love. A woman of such beauty and bearing he was helpless to resist her. Despite the depth of his love however there was no fairy tail ending. Their marriage ended in a rather messy and ugly affair that sent Dorian fleeing and left his beloved broken.

Time passed and Dorian became a traveler of the planes. Living out the lives of various men indulging in one hedonistic past time after another. The vampire feasted on who he pleased though his victims tended to be as close in appearance as his beloved Kaylin. Always there was something about them that reminded him of her.

In truth his former bride has been in all those years ..all those centuries of travel and hiding, an obsession. The locket about his throat bearing her image with in and a slender curl of dark hair. A constant reminder of his love and crimes. Some even wonder if it was all that remained of the mans heart, his soul. For it has long been since anyone could claim he truely cared for anyone or anything outside of the contents of that golden ornament.

Regardless, after so long away he has found himself on Sinifer and once again in the presence of the woman he had wronged so terribly.

OOC:

Send a tell for lights ...he is a vampire however so one can assume at least blood play is a go amongst some other naughty little tidbits.