Name : Esarruk

Age: Unknown

Race : Kyton

Build : Lithe and wiry

Gender : Male

Before you stands a towering Kyton, obvious in his race. This lithe pallid being is covered in cold writhing chains which twist and turn at every moment, slicing through his flesh and leaving long rouge gashes, oozing his life blood. However, like many of his race, those wounds heal as quickly as new ones appear, creating an ever changing canvas of bloody art and providing never ending agony.

His face was sharp and angular, thin lips almost disappearing when he pressed them together. Hollow cheeks only added the gaunt and thin form this creature possessed. A soggy bandage could be found wrapped about Esarruk's head, covering his ever weeping eyes, the crimson seeping through and staining that dark rag, as to what one might find behind it remained mysterious and deeply disturbing.

All things said, Esarruk seemed to embody the disturbing, exuding a dark and unsettling atmosphere, only enhanced by the rattling of chains as they snaked across the ground in front of him, like iron feelers looking for their next victim.

Seen lurking in the streets, Esarruk's head would shift and twitch with every sound heard, locating the origin in relation to his being, waiting for the sounds of some poor victim, or pain wrought upon another. As such, he preferred to stalk around the fighting pits, listening to the cries as fighters inflicted bloody wrath upon each other.

Why Esarruk was in Sinifer, no one knew, but what ever had this stomach turning Kyton around, it would involve someone's anguish and demise.