Name: Victarion Barlow
Age: Looks 25-ish
Race: Looks human (Undead)
Sex: Male
Occupation: Nobility, Duelist and Swordsman

Description:
Pale figure with statusque physics stands before you. White hair, white skin and pair of violet eyes seem keen and rather observant. Whatever few scars he wears from his life he has no memory of, and serve only to heighten the illusion of the man being a marble statue streight from ancient greece, each of which does not make him less noble in apperance. Fine clothing he might have prefared to wear in past life and one can easily imagine him in, has been exchanged to comfertable travelling clothing, cloak and few protective pieces of armour. Along with a sword. Beyond the physical there was a strange aura that left most on edge and uneasy around him, something supernatural and wrong.

Biography:

Not much is known of his history. not even by Victarion. His first memories are waking up in an ancient castle. Room full of coffins. Working his way through the haunted ruins to find the daylight hurting his eyes. Only reason he knows his name is he woke in a crypt with the name on it, and no other coffins in sight. Other crypts lined the walls of the hallway beyond his tomb, other names of all Barlow family lined across the walls. Some crumbled beyond recognition others simply there. All tombs either containing skeletons or empty coffins.

Lore though on Barlow family is a gruesome one. Holding the nearby hamlet of Ravenmarsh under their near tyrannical rule for centuries. Most of his family known for connection to vampirism, cannibalism, diabolic sacrifices to demon lords and necromancy. Though though after equally bloody revolt by the villagers the castle was left abandoned ruin. Left to crumble on it's own device as a haunted memorial of all the wrong doings of the ages that happened there. Whatever adventurers dared to venture there returned (if they ever returned) pale and frightened to near death.

Sexual Preferances:
Bisexual and Switch, with preferances to feminine partners.

OOC:
As for lights, becouse I know I will be asked. Extreme gore and scat are reds. Beyond that things can depend on the mood.