Zohar Shade

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Description
An overly jovial tune would greet your ears as you neared this perplexing man. The tune being that of a hum, or perhaps a even a whistle. One of the two were usually emanating from within the shadows of whatever hood he may be wearing.  As you move closer to the man, a set of violet orbs would gaze out at you and a small smile would appear to be plastered onto the mans strange almost hawkish elven features, as if the man had not a care in the world, and not a trouble to his name. If you were to catch sight of him without a hood on a set of ebon locks a little past shoulder length would flow down behind him with a few large strands of that raven in color hair usually draping over his right eye. Upon the island the figure might normally go unnoticed despite being at about 6'2", however, not all was normal with the figure before you. First off, he held primarily elven features, at least to a degree, the tips of his hands seemed to shift between fingers and almost talon like digits at a whim, and every so often he would seem to flicker, almost like he was on the edge of a persons perception , his form even going so far as to look incorporeal at the more extra times before returning to normal again. Physically he seemed like a prime specimen, his form both muscular yet lithe at the same time, somehow balancing building strength and speed. However, if one were to study more closely they'd likely be able to detect that looks are decieving, and the figure seemed prenaturally strong. The source of that seemed quite obvious based on the large black wings that were held aloft on his back, almost reptillian, or draconian in style, but not fitting any known creature known to anyone. Gone were the days where former Tanar'ri posed as an elf, and gone were the seldom seen feathered wings that graced him before. Additionally, the tanned tail that had once been also seen on occassion had been replaced as well somehow, the appearance looking demonic still to a degree, but dark as the void itself, and seemingly shared the same heritage as his wings. One thing did remain the same though with him, the same baggy clothing that had enclad him for untold years still remained, though much like him seemed to border on the edge of existence. Personality wise he seemed to be going through something of a phase. He seemed toned down, and carried an air of gravitas with him that weighed heavily on him, and caused him to ponder more carefully on things. At the same time though, there was definitely the rage and zeal that he was known for, and likely the sadism as well. Though who it would be directed at, and when, was the question most would probably be wondering. For now though, the strange figure seemed to be more relaxed, and possibly searching for something, though what, was a question only he knew the answer to. Though it left one to ponder, should he find it, what would it mean, peace? Or peril? ~Theme Songs~ Naruto Shippuden - Girei Linkin Park - Faint Slipknot - Snuff Stone Sour - Tired Greens: Character building RP, Deep character altering RP, Philosophical RP, ERP, potential conflict RP, torture RP. Reds: Anything against server rules and the normal stuff, watersports, scat, etc. Description in a way it doesn't melt your eyes or cause damage to them below! An overly jovial tune would greet your ears as you neared this perplexing man. The tune being that of a hum, or perhaps a even a whistle. One of the two were usually emanating from within the shadows of whatever hood he may be wearing. As you move closer to the man, a set of violet orbs would gaze out at you and a small smile would appear to be plastered onto the mans strange almost hawkish elven features, as if the man had not a care in the world, and not a trouble to his name. If you were to catch sight of him without a hood on a set of ebon locks a little past shoulder length would flow down behind him with a few large strands of that raven in color hair usually draping over his right eye. Upon the island the figure might normally go unnoticed despite being at about 6'2", however, not all was normal with the figure before you. First off, he held primarily elven features, at least to a degree, the tips of his hands seemed to shift between fingers and almost talon like digits at a whim, and every so often he would seem to flicker, almost like he was on the edge of a persons perception, his form even going so far as to look incorporeal at the more extra times before returning to normal again. Physically he seemed like a prime specimen, his form both muscular yet lithe at the same time, somehow balancing building strength and speed. However, if one were to study more closely they'd likely be able to detect that looks are decieving, and the figure seemed prenaturally strong. The source of that seemed quite obvious based on the large black wings that were held aloft on his back, almost reptillian, or draconian in style, but not fitting any known creature known to anyone. Gone were the days where former Tanar'ri posed as an elf, and gone were the seldom seen feathered wings that graced him before. Additionally, the tanned tail that had once been also seen on occassion had been replaced as well somehow, the appearance looking demonic still to a degree, but dark as the void itself, and seemingly shared the same heritage as his wings. One thing did remain the same though with him, the same baggy clothing that had enclad him for untold years still remained, though much like him seemed to border on the edge of existence. Personality wise he seemed to be going through something of a phase. He seemed toned down, and carried an air of gravitas with him that weighed heavily on him, and caused him to ponder more carefully on things. At the same time though, there was definitely the rage and zeal that he was known for, and likely the sadism as well. Though who it would be directed at, and when, was the question most would probably be wondering. For now though, the strange figure seemed to be more relaxed, and possibly searching for something, though what, was a question only he knew the answer to. Though it left one to ponder, should he find it, what would it mean, peace? Or peril?
Player:	Calabask
Gender (Visually):	Male
Race (Visually):	Elf