-Attire (Coat)-
Covered often head to toe in dark oil skin leather coat with chainmail underneath, his hands enclosed within steel gauntlets, and a hood risen up over a similarly dark helmet masking all of what the being was, the only hint to identity were two gleaming yellow eye sockets.


-Appearance-
This figure you perceive stands roughly six feet tall, little of him seemed to stand out from an ordinary man, his shoulder were slightly broad giving him a "V" shaped torso, though he seemed more agile than physically strong despite this robust bone structure.
His hair was a darker shade of brown that would often be tied back into a low ponytail giving him a somewhat sailor look aided by his ever present light stubble past the occasionally times he's actually shaven.
His skin was tanned and weathered, not all so out of the normal for any man whose lived outdoors, spent time travelling the harsher climates, though his skin held a property that was out of the ordinary only to the touch it would feel thick much like an animal's hide a near inhuman denseness of both skin and muscle.
Lastly were his hazel brown eyes...


-Scent/Aroma-
To most the air around him was not different to any other, the salt of the sea, varied herbs from the markets but those with a keen sense of smell would notice first and foremost the lingering stench of rotting demonic flesh, it is faint as if he'd walked past such dead being's sometime that day.. Every day, though this odour is never as potently clear as it is upon the weapons he possesses.


-Weapons-
Varied weapons of near any type can be found in his possession depending entirely upon his daily mood, each with their own specific enchantments. They share one trail however, each are far too large for a man of his stature to wield properly alongside a foul odour lingering upon them.



(Bonus points to who know the two songs I borrowed lines from and a cookie if why.)

  "It's bugging me, grating me
  And twisting me around
  I'm endlessly caving in
  And turning inside out

I can't get these memories out of my mind,
And some kind of madness has started to evolve.

  It's holding me, morphing me
  And forcing me to strive
  To be endlessly cold within
  And dreaming I'm alive

I have finally seen the light,
And I have finally realized
What you mean.

  . . .

Is it just madness keeping us afloat?"