This man stands a modest 5'10", seemingly less than most would assume for a man of his power....his musculinity. His attire often consists of robes and loose rags over a plate of mail, giving the impression he may have spent some many years in the desert. The once darkened hues of his 'uniform' seem faded from the sun.

The cowl covering his face seems to swirl with an unnatural darkness, leaving everything to the imagination save a set of heavily scarred lips. Each and every word spoken from this man is harsh...raspy, giving to the idea that, at one point, his throat may have been slit. Hanging from his left him, a straight-edge machette whose blackened steel gives it an ominous look.

Reds: Scat, Vore, Excessive blood, Anything permanent, anything that belongs in a bathroom.

Yellows: PvP (Can change on request if in the mood)

Greens: Just about everything else. Especially creative RP. Use your imagination, hm?