Name: Lucius Dashkev
Race: Tiefling
Age: 28
Height: 6ft10
Weight: 220
Sex: Male
Skin: Deeply tanned, reddish hue
Eyes: Grey, bordering on white

Newly arrived, the large Tiefling stared around with wary curiosity. Normally keeping his one eyed feature's shrouded, the youthful, deeply tanned face was almost enchantingly handsome. A strong jawline, with pronounced cheekbones were evident, yet such beauty was often overlooked when the empty, scar riddled socket of his left eye was exposed.

His clothing was light, and cheap, often simple pants, with an open vest with a button or two missing. Dark flesh was put on display, a canvas of runic tattoos, and scars covering it's surface. A bastardized mix of Nar, and Abyssal, each telling a story of a triumph or loss. (Lore 25) Though most of his skin was covered, one would catch bits of a mist, a realm of dread? Strahd? Soth?

Darkly stained fingers would tap upon his staff, as every so often he'd roll his shoulders as if brushing off touches, the large, hardly prehensile tail would be coiled around his feet, it's surface covered in metal, overlapping plates that had been screwed into the vertebrae beneath.

The open displays of magic causing him to jump, and a hiss to almost leave the half blood, the heavily accented voice murmuring to himself as he seemingly adjusted to his more 'civilized home."

Spellcraft 30- It'd be possible to realize that the creature was cursed by eldritch powers of dread, the caretakers of that realm. What such curses could be, it's hard to say.

Lore 30- For what little was understood about the Realm of Dread, only great acts of evil seemed to draw the attention of the Eldritches, offering a double edged sword, a boon for a wound.

Disposition: Dominant
Green: Female presenting, RP, ERP.
Red: Scat/Vomit/Anything against server Rules/Furries.