It's immediately obvious that whatever this creature is, he's seen better days. Although Talon might favor heavy cowls to cover his pudgy cheeks, not even a blanket was going to cover up that monstrosity he called a face.

The wear and tear manifests itself in the form of scrapes and scars that litter his mug, giving the fellow an even more thuggish appearance than he has any right to be bear - not to mention the vast array of gaudy piercings that he decided to shove into his skin. His nose, ears, brows, chin... the majority of his features have some kind of shiny piece of metal stuffed into them.

What might draw attention more than that? Perhaps the lack of eyes, or at least eyes as they're traditionally viewed. Talon apparently decided at some point that eyelids were for squares and stuffed his eyesockets full of coal. Two black rocks sit uncomfortably in his face with cracks in them that burn with a red heat, never once blinking.  

Or maybe it's the fact that his cracked, dry lips are almost always parted from one another and separated by a set of large, sharp fangs? Fangs that can't even properly fit into his own mouth, which typically leads to him having two expressions: a big cheshire grin; or, more commonly, the sort of scowl that's reserved for disappointed grandparents, Cubs fans, or kids who found out they were going to Universal Studios instead of Disney World.

Take all that and bundle it up with long, unwashed hair, an unkempt scruffy beard, and a big honkin' hooked nose and you've got Talon. A blue-skinned freak who wasn't just hit with the ugly stick - no, it made sweet, sweet love to his face.

Not only that, the scruffy looking git is large. Unreasonably so. He stands an inch or two over seven feet when he isn't slouching around, and is built like an ex-heavy weight wrestler that really let himself go - stocky and fat. Even when the pudgy behemoth is wearing armor the gut he sports is painfully obvious to everyone (excluding himself). Despite all of that, the size clearly isn't just for show, and even having let himself go he's capable of feats of immense strength. The real task is convincing him to get off his ass to perform them.

The monster's fashion sense leaves much to be desired too, rarely ever seen without a variety of cutlasses strapped to his back or his belt, and a locked gauntlet around right hand. It's a pretty poor excuse for a hand, quite large and sporting deadly looking claws... or hooks.. or talons? Boy, how original were his parents? The left side sets itself apart from the right, lacking the stylish grabbers the right one sports in favor of boring, regular finger shapes. Who knew that a robot arm could be so dull?

Yes, that's right! His left arm seems to be a metal prosthetic that hooks into his bicep with a few wires, occasionally letting off a charge of electricity which originates from the joints.

As if his presence isn't enough of an offense to the other senses, Talon's voice does a number on the ears as well. Loud, growling, and paired with an impossible accent that's likely a byproduct of his messed up pie-hole. Wherever it was picked up, the locals there must have zero respect for the common tongue or anyone who speaks it.

And for arguably his most hilarious feature, behind him was a relatively small, skinny tail. Even though it's prehensile, it rarely sees that kind of use. Instead, the blue appendage sways or hangs uselessly from his equally good-for-nothing butt. It quietly hopes and prays that the world will forget that it exists.

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