[Race] ???
[Height] Around five-and-a-half feet.
[Weight] 183 Pounds Nude
[Age] Late 20s in Human Standard
[Sex] Male
[Sexual Orientation] Straight
[Top or Bottom] Switch
[Skin Color] Tanned
[Complexion] Fair
[Eye Color] Rather bright blue
[Build] Mesomorphic
[Hair] Raven Black

Breaking the bounds of most mortal beauty, Oriseus and the way he carried himself seemed rather fit for the scene of a throne, or at least regality to some degree. His stride and general demeanor breathed a noble upbringing, and the cold stare which flicked across each person in an almost condescending manner seemed to almost make him for a throne. A throne that could fill out a narcissistic prick such as him.

If one's voice could be filled with gold and diamonds, Oriseus may have just fit the picture. His voice came out with a silken, slightly accented tone, which only lended to his foreign state which he prided himself in. Each word seemed to be thoughtful and precise, as if he was playing a game of chess just with words, if the dug holes, they might've been intentional, or due to the fact that his cockiness got the better of him, and made him hobble over one too many words for his own good.

His body seems like an eidolon of the proper muscles, fat, and tonage to create an epitome of man, chisled in what seemed to be only storybooks, but hey, this was Sinfar, he probably fit right in. Likely due to his constant movement out in the fields of battle, or his good diet or rather stellar body activity. His features are usually covered completely besides the bulk of his arms or face. His arms seem rather fit for wielding a large blade, with a rather perfect symmetry, obviously a sign that he wielded the blade with both hands.

Oriseus did not seem to hold any inhibition for the 'monetary value' of clothing he wore. Each article of clothing was made from the finest materials, most of his outfits being a silken variety, for easy movement or removement. However, one usually catches the man in a rather tight combat body suit, contoured to his body to cause little inhibitions for his movement and maximum combat effectiveness. Why he kept his hair rather long was a mystery, but it was obvious his battle clothing was kept for the epitome of practical use.

In the nude, his body held absolutely no scars, his body tailored to the coasting of the best time of someone's life for physical appearance. It seemed the tailoring had paid off, as each little inch of his scar-void muscle caused a rapture of twitches and shakes, all the muscles working together to contain an aura of tension but of tightness, as if one either hadn't had a massage in a long time, or just did not take any time to relax.

Over all, Oriseus was a rather well-graced individual, with the looks of what one would consider other-worldly, but not too flaunted by verbose colors and otherwise sultry adornments, save for skin-tight combat suits. It might've been a fetish, who knows? However, his eyes seemed to hold a soft glimmer to them, as if each look was appraising something of fine meat, and almost condescending at that.

REDS: Anything against server rules is obviously a nope. Vore. Scat.

OOC Note: The bio is intentionally written in a manner to be narcissistic, and the character can also be one in the same. Do not get offended OOCly for actions taken by the character.

I'm rather tell-friendly. If you have any questions or want to RP, go ahead and send me a tell! I'd be happy to answer.