†{Name:}† Mathias
†{Last:}†  Grimslade
†{Age}† 22
†{Height}† 6ft2
†{Weight}† 200lbs
†{Sex}† Male
†{Orientation}† Straight
†{Eyes}† Left Green, Right Brown
†{Hair}† Black

           †{Appearance}†

He'd stand rather tall for his race, though his build would seem to follow his size, showing rather well toned forearms, and defined biceps. If one were to see him outside his usual skins, vests, or whatever outfit he decided to adorn, would see a rather define crevix between his chest, sliding down to chiseled abs. Several nasty scars would seem to litter the sun bronzed skin. If one were to pay attention, they would see six barbells running along his spine, spaced several inches apart, the final one ending at the base of his neck.
 Long black hair would adorn his shoulders, causing those different colored eyes to gaze out from beneath the bangs, seeming to be cold, perhaps taunting, yet there was an almost wild, inviting allure. One would notice that both of his ears would be pierced several times, along with two hoops through one eyebrow, and a barbell going thhrough his libret, vertically.
  His waist would be rather tapered, and his legs cut as well, though normally hidden behind a loose pair of pants, while a hilt of a dagger would seem to portrude from his boot. Strapped to his waist, would dangle two crude looking axes, with several notches upon each handle. His appearance may at time's see intimidating, though if one were to see them unclothed, they'd see that these were rather enviously built, as he has travelled the lands on foot, for most of his life. A single piercing would be seen through the head of his length, ending in two, medium sized balls at the end of each barbell.

 

          †{Background}†

 The orphan of a father he had just recently met, and a whore that was dumped in their own mess in an alley for a mother, didn't leave much of a feature for this child when he was born. Though, he lived with his mother in Luskan until he was a toddler, listening to the men come and go, along with the scent of their drunken breath, and firm strikes of their hands when in drunken anger. His mother would have passed away, how it came so it was hard to say.
 Having lived off the streets of Luskan up until his teenage years, having found two rusty axes, that he kept that way, for fear, was power on the streets. When you had to kill or starve, or to find a dry spot to sleep during the raining months, and a warm spot to sleep during the winter, it started to become easy, almost slipping into his subconciousness. Learning that one could make money of such kills, or off the men that normally others would not bother with, he began to gain a reputation, as a vicious bounty hounter.
 This occupation he did for many years, journeying as far as Calimport, and to that of Icewind Dale, rumor is that he's walked amongst other planes for those with the connections and gold to line their pockets. With the rise in power, came the knowledge of survival, to know everything you needed to know about those around you, finally having found out he had a father, and half sister in a land known as Sinfar. Turning his back to the wealthy streets of Luskan, he'd wander to these strange lands, outfitted properly that would make some wonder how he came by such possessions.


 †{Light system}†

†{Red}† Those that are against server rules, scat, heavy gore, and heavy mutilation, unless asked for specifically

†{Yellow}† Vanilla sex

†{Greens}† Way too many to list all of them. Though some include:

Gangbangs/Groups
Giving Anal
Recieving Oral
Breast inflatation
Fisting
Spanking
Toys
Restraints
Excessive cum amounts
All Races.
Sexs: Females/Shemales/Traps/Trannies/Fembois/Sissies
Orgasm denial
Light torture
M/S rp