A masculine frame mixed of beauty and brawn physically, he was the visual feast of Adonis brought to physical form. Standing two inches beyond six feet in height and weighing roughly as two hundred pounds of lean muscle, he stands before with grace and power. A crown of dark brunette hair cascades down in a wild dance of untamed, waves to pool across back and shoulder as loose curtains of silk; only a bundle of the thick locks were brought up at the top of his head and tied off in a ponytail that likewise was left to fall down to mingle in amongst the rest of the dancing, dark brunette swells.

Eyes of cerulean gaze out upon the world with a dark polish, a forgotten life and darkened light. Such life of dark beauty could only be matched by the ring worn upon the middle finger of his right hand; a gleaming, finely polished band of obsidian that seemed to absorb all light into its glossy, black surface. Perched upon in crowning glory was set a finely polished and cut bloodstone that gleamed in the right light. Within this stone rested a crest of a warrior’s blade in design, marked further more by a coiled serpent along its length.

Often found covering his right eye and the bulk of his forehead to his hairline, back to his right ear, would be that of a porcelain white mask that looked almost broken. It seemed form fitted to his face and the eye of the mask was solid, dark grey in hue with pale blue designs marking all around the brow and eye of the mask. Truly with such a mask that stuck so finely to his handsome features, he was blinded to his right side with only his left eye gazing out into the world. The purpose for such purposeful blinding is only known to that of this radiant individual, but whatever the reason, he rarely if ever would be found removing the broken mask.