"I do not simply 'dabble' in Magic. Magic is more than just a simple hobby, you know. Magic is a style of life that I have chosen to devote myself to, above all else."

       - Archmagus in address to a fool.


* Name: Viserys Feron Keldafein
* Age: 234
* Weight: 136 Pounds
* Height:
* Sex: Male
* Race: Elf
* Build: Mesomorphic
* Hair Color: Light brown
* Eye Color: Brown
* Orientation: Bisexual
* Preference: Switch, Mainly Submissive

  A moment's glance did no real justice for the man whom wore a more Sabani-style of clothing. His head and face was most dominantly Elven, knife-eared even, often showing these peaks of ears through his hair that he kept cropped about his shoulders, in a longer length than most males would. The hair itself was a silken, lighter brown, similar to sand in look, but a soft, almost womanly touch of care going into those luxurious locks that wore on the male's head.

  Circling around to his face, the man seemed to harbor a masculine look of being, though it fell towards the 'prettier' scale, as opposed to dominantly 'feminine'. His eyebrows were thin, no unibrow in sight, eyelashes long, but not fake in their look. Behind the lids of his slightly-tanned eyelids, housed two gemstones of a darker brown color, that seemed almost analytic in their devices, scanning over each passer-by with a soft look of indifference, but one of piercing gaze.

  The features that lie on his face were rather pointed as most Elves had, the cheekbones to a slight jut, causing the cheeks under to depress just a little and cast a soft shadow under harsher lights. Though, the case was not so severe for Viserys, as his cheeks had a small amount of pudge to them, which caused on the off-chance he smiled, a dimpling of the skin inwards to give gravity to this spare fat. His lips were thinner pieces of flesh, but they had their softness to them as well, no mars of torture or splits in the skin, with a similar delicate hair held to his face as with his hair.

  Given one would keep gazing downwards, his chin slightly jutted outwards, and was a sharp piece of mandible, but nothing like his ears, of course. His neck muscles weren't too heavy in their devices, not was his body, despite his build. The man seemed to be rather well-toned, but not overtly muscular, an indication of a more sorcerer-type build, as opposed to someone who lobbed around a heavier, metal weapon.

  His torso and arms were much of the pre-described sort, toned and muscles visible, but none too big, none that pushed against tighter clothing intentionally, as his preference seemed to be more loose items, anyhow. His torso held a bit of tonage to it, more particularly on the pecs and abdomen, which a small peaking of muscles seemed to rise up against the skin in a 'pack', but not quite that pristine abdomen most would expect. In addition, his left nipple was pierced with a bit of silver, and a half-ring in design.

  Shifting downwards to his lower body, his groin area probably won't be described because you're a lecher for expecting that, and his quadraceps and calves seemed to be filled out for more of a runner's body, as opposed to someone who sat still all day. It seemed these were toned with daily rituals of movement, whether it be walking, running, or some sort of interpretive dance. His legs ended with smaller feet, all toes intact, and toenails clipped on a regular basis, likely due to the man's above-average hygeine.