Elroth Sadoul

Portrait
Description
Broad shoulders topping a solid frame, severe lines etched into the ruddy, almost red complexion of a face that gives little clue as to it's owners age, and the intense, piercing stare of dark eyes are most often the first impressions of this tall, well built figure.

Take more than a moments glance and it might become evident that 'intense' is a description that fits him well.  His lips often bare a predatory grin that turns as easily to scowl as offer practiced smiles that rarely reached his eyes.  Those too shift with his mood from intent, narrowed appraisal to an almost inviting twinkle before turning icy and emotionless.  The sharp lines and scored creases of his face give a harshness to his features that is partially concealed beneath a beard trimmed to his liking and curling up to encircle his lips entirely.  Shoulder length hair almost as dark as his pupils only adds to the impression, usually threaded with a few coloured beads that separate out and control portions of the otherwise somewhat wild locks.

His manner is meticulously controlled, with precise movements accompanying carefully considered words, pausing as necessary to contemplate his exact use of phrase and fond of twisting others words into innuendo or delivering double meanings.  A relatively friendly voice helps make him somewhat approachable, its inflections indicating a level of formal education - right up until he had no further use for its lighter tones and discards them entirely to snap sharp commands or hiss biting insults.  Happy to further the illusion when he wanted to, he'd hold doors, draw back chairs and offer roguish smiles with outstretched hand easily enough, but only to further his own hidden ends.

Though his skin is almost too tanned and his pupils an un-natural obsidian, he remains visually just about capable of carrying the illusion of humanity, allowing him to hide his real heritage behind careful lies.  Despite the claims, there is an indication of the reality in occasional ripples of unusual shapes beneath his back on the rare occasions that skin was exposed, betraying some peculiarity concealed beneath that threatens to burst out through hidden openings in his flesh at a moments notice.  Another comes in sharp, slightly hooked claws able to extend easily from his fingertips at a moments notice, though generally remaining hidden beneath all but invisible slits close to his nails.  A final clue is revealed on the few occasions he allows the magic that conceals a ridged, almost spiked prehensile tail with a thick spaded tip to drop and that flexible length to sway languidly or lash out in surprisingly strong grasp.  Retractable, poisoned spines dot that tail, waiting to catch on skin when they are allowed to extend from it and able to inject a twisted payload into unsuspecting victims.

Commonly he covers himself in long coats, jackets or sleeved shirts with trousers, concealing these few oddities and containing a dizzying array of pockets, pouches and sheaths filled with all manner of tools and equipment ensuring he is prepared for almost any situation.  Regardless of design he obviously favours reds, silvers and blacks, embellished with the occasional glint of gold, regularly 'accessorising' with a wickedly curved blade slung at his hip or strapped across his back.  Between his weapon, clothing preferences and hair-beads, the more astute may be able to make a certain assumption that was easily confirmed should he be seen with rolled sleeves or even bare arms, revealing the mark of the Scarlet Fury Brotherhood upon one forearm.

While apparently a member of - and thus no doubt involved in that organisations most common trade - he seems more inclined to work alone and towards his own ends, using the Brotherhood for convenience over any sense of true allegiance.  Indeed, when guile, illusions and brute force had served their purpose, the diverse restraints he never went without were applied and the tools of his trade brought to bear, there could be little enough doubt that his only real goal was the utter subjugation of female flesh.

A twisted preference for challenges and a belief that the ones with the most to lose offer the greatest delight lead him to apply his well practiced skills primarily to those with pride to be crushed, power to be stripped away and independence to be broken into complete servitude.  When all was said and done, utterly humiliated, debased, tormented and abused until they were forced to submit and accept their new position in life - most often with his collar curled about their throat and a fresh mark on their flesh - few he set his sights on escaped unscathed, if at all.


(( In short summary this character is intended as a slave breaker and trainer, taking defiant women against their will and employing whatever means are necessary to force them into submission.  If you think you would be interested in meeting him or want to know more, please feel free to drop me a tell and I would be very happy to discuss things with you.  Though this character can be unpleasant, I generally am quite friendly and open. ))


(( While I entirely understand and accept that some will not appreciate this characters actions or behaviour, I do not find 'bottom' roles nor inescapable 'revenge' against me particularly interesting or enjoyable.  Since this is a game we are all playing for our enjoyment, attempts to force such situations will lead to you being asked to desist, told to leave and finally flat out ignored.  I make a point to discuss and clear my intentions with anyone I am engaging in non IC consensual play with first to ensure they will enjoy it and I have no wish to have it interrupted and ruined simply because you do not like it, are jealous or were bored and wanted to butt in.  Please take your hero scenarios elsewhere unless you have first discussed them extensively with both me and the one you wish to 'save'. ))
Player:nicoliasdeathslayer
Gender (Visually):Male
Race (Visually): Human