[Name] Rhiavaun Anskuld
[Race] Fiend-Blooded upon inspection
[Gender] Male
[Age] General Adulthood
[Height] 5 Feet 8 Inches
[Weight] Approximately 130 Lbs
[Skin Color] A slight tan
[Occupation] Drifter
[Sexual Preference] Straight

Rhiavaun was simply put: A fiend-blooded man whom prided himself in the appearance most of his kin were designed for, and that appearance being pretty beyond description. However, if one were to describe Rhiavaun, it would take more than just a few adjectives. Firstly, his glance breathed apathy. Besides the few glances of amusement, his normal glance seemed more of a flat look, eyes flittering their attentions here and there, but nothing to really keep him on something too long less it be in his face. The overall sculpture of his face, however, was sharp. His chin was molded to a small point, jawline extending slightly in following and going up, his cheekbones gave light definition to the sharp features he wore. With a thin bottom lip and a slightly larger upper, he kept his modelesque looks almost always on display without any sort of shame. If one were to see his not very rare smile, he sported straight, milky-white teeth which bore resemblance to human pieces of keratin, causing those rows to be in line and have an almost enchanting look to them, but his smiles were usually short-lived, and not very heartfelt in feeling. He wore an assortment of jewelry, ranging from crosses to Egyptian-looking ankhs, but most of his accessories were either circular or cross-like in design, harboring no real diety following other than pure intrigue of the designs on a first glance.

Shifting down to his neck, it was a small sculpture of chiseled itemry, on the long side, but sculpted nonetheless whether it be through training some sort of shape-changing induced upon him. Most would say training. His veins were set out slightly, but not grossly so in terms of show, and they were where most human veins seemed to be. His neck held the small bump of an Adam's apple, and by most mythical sayings, he was indeed male by such an item. Continuing down, his shoulders were broad and tough, obviously used to swinging a weapon, Trapezius musculature sculpted for swinging heavier weapons in wide, large arcs, which also set his back to a tough muscle, seemingly untarnished by scars or the like in his travels.

Going to his torso, in the front held the molded pecks and abdominal muscles one would expect from someone build not heavily, but toned, while still remaining a decently-lithe mass. Sporting a hard chest and two sections of tri-muscled masses, it created the frontal section of this man's body, still unblemished and hairless like his back. Going to his back, it was set rather similarly to the front, minus the pecs and the six-pack, of course. It was firm, and still worked by the years of training undergone by a large swinging weapon, likely of two-handed variety, thus causing the rippling musculature. Although, the body seemed devoid of scars to counter-act this measure of trained skin.

Sliding even more downwards to what lied below the belt was more of the same themes speculated before. Chiseled muscles which pulled taut across his frame to create those male modelesque looks which held his beauty in high regard, all the while keeping his overall visible gender.. Male. Going down the legs, each was worked to a tee of sculpture, quadriceps tight and springy as if constant movement was a going theme for the fiend, despite standing in the square for a long while in normal times. Shins and calves much of the same, made for fit, quick movements and shuffling of his feet, to give the fast steps a bit more oomph behind them when he did seem to shift, if ever.

       OOC Particulars


Reds: Anything against server rules, Vore, Scat.

(Player is immensely tell friendly, and if you wish to meet this character, you can either send me a tell to set something up, or just simply approach him In-Character. I will not object to most RP.)