His lean frame rose to a height of six feet, one inch. This frame was covered with richly bronzed skin, the mark of a person who spent a lot of time under the heat of the sun. The flesh wasn't entirely whole, however. It was marred in many places along his sculpted chest and arms, and the planes of his back. The marrings were scars, laid by whip and blade and left to heal so crudely as to leave the pale marks against the darkness of his skin.

There were two other markings, beyond the multitude of scars that stood out against his skin. The first was a birthmark in the shape of a dragon surrounded by flames. This was set into his right shoulder, slightly raised against the flesh. The second was a tattoo, a series of five numbers that were inked in heavy black on the left side of his neck. The numbers read 19642. Another noteworthy feature of this male would be the four silvered bands he wore, secured at both wrists and biceps. The bands seemed to be made of a single piece of metal, without a clasp or lock, or other means of removal, and fitted to his arms as though the size changed with the flexing or relaxing of muscles.

He looked to be young, perhaps twenty years of age, though this was uncertain as at times his eyes seemed to hold the wisdom and anguish of a much older being. And such unusual eyes they were, too. Aged wine purple most of the time, silver snowflakes seemed to fall in a storm through the depths. But not always purple; sometimes those eyes were a violent red, or a cold, empty black that made the silver snowflakes seem lost in his gaze. Or, on occasion, one might catch his gaze as a deep sapphire blue, which set those snowflakes to looking more at home in his eyes. And those eyes were framed by a thick set of lashes that might almost mark him as feminine if the rest of his face wasn't so utterly masculine. From the heavy set of his brow to the chiseled line of his cheeks and nose, the strong curve of his jaw and the full maleness of his lips, it was clear that he was anything but feminine.

The rich burgundy waves of his hair fell in a soft cascade to brush against his shoulders. This looked well tended, though not to the point of obsession. And probably the most remarkable of his features - the large wings that spread from his back. At full extension, they measured a good twenty-three feet in width from wingtip to wingtip, and arched a good two feet higher than his head, the lowest feathers reaching to trail against the ground. Magical means would be employed to keep those large wings in check, usually tucked carefully beneath a heavy velvet cloak.

But if seen free, they were a sight. A pearly grey-white in shade, silver dusting across the tips of the filaments of the feathers marked a pattern of storm clouds into the wings, which were topped by smooth, golden armoured plates to offer some small manner of protection. These plates were without adornment, simply there to do as they were designed to and nothing more, though they did seem to enhance the elegance of the wings in their simplicity.

His voice a low, rich baritone, he didn't seem to use it much, more of the strong silent type than anything. But there were those to whom he would speak, would relax with. And while he may have seemed cold, he was anything but most of the time. He was unfailingly polite, even when a sneer curled his lips and hardened his gaze. When those lips pulled back like that, they revealed a set of strong, gleamingly pearly white teeth to flash against the darkness of his skin.


~*~Stats at a Glance~*~

Height - 6' 1"

Weight - Not something you would know by looking at him, but about 220

Body build - Well muscled, but not grossly so

Hair - Rich burgundy waves that fall to his shoulders

Eyes - Aged wine purple, with bright silver snowflakes falling through them constantly, framed by thick, dark lashes. The eyes change colour sometimes; why is not commonly known

Skin - Soft and supple, a rich bronzed shade, marked with a multitude of scars along arms, chest and back

Voice - A rich, deep baritone, smooth and cultured with a softly unusual accentuation to it that only enhances the rich tones
Race - Undeterminable by scent or appearance

Age - To look at him, maybe 20 at the outside

Other details - Wings;  four silvered bands about his arms, at wrists and biceps; the numbers 19642 tattooed into the left of his neck; a birthmark in the shape of a dragon, surrounded by flames, set in raised relief on his right shoulder