Passing Glance;

This ex-warrior-monk you inspect seems from distance an ordinary human slightly past his thirties. What little one sees of skin under loose black silk and red sash is marred with the telltale signs of battle and strife - paler streaks of skin where old wounds have healed and there always seemed to be bandages -somewhere- on him switching their spot day after day.

It was not his jovial laughter or well-exercised body nor the wit and bad puns which would steal a dutiful observers attention. It was the haunted gaze of the pale blue eyes which told tall tales of cavorting with horrible monsters from beyond.

With close enough scrutiny those with Forbidden Knowledge would soon realize the scars visible on his upper chest made a crudely carved Cerulean Sign be permanently fixated upon flesh.

Closer Inspection;

Long and groomed locks of dark brown hair framed his face, often tucked behind ears and occasionally most of it pulled up to a ponytail in an oriental fashion. Slightly unruly in texture, there was this one swirly strand that seemed to slip and coil free from constraints laying against the side of his right temple.

Dark eyebrows a stark contrast to the pale blue eyes which seemed to stare somewhere beyond this reality, only ever stopping the flitting gaze if someone purposefully stole his attention away. Thick lips in a perpetual crooked grin as if he knew some sort of universal secret that only few were privy of which brought eternal joy.

Long years of honing core strength and agility meant his build was of more functional power than just for showing off. Tanned into a light shade of bronze there was wariness in his step and not often could one see the man completely relaxed, those trim muscles bulging and hands clenching into fists reflexively at even the most non-threatening gatherings.

Forbidden Knowledge;

B'ang is extremely comfortable with his sexuality, has lusts towards only unspeakable abominations/monsters that shift and change their opaque shape and he can occasionally be seen covered in a thin sheen of a purple goop dribbling over the man. Also, it is rumored he wears frilly pink panties leisurely since they "Hug just the right curves."

Loves long nights stranded in an deserted island, suntanning and has a scientific mind towards finding out everything there is to know about oozes in intricate detail.