Dulce est desipere in loco

The basics:

Name: Natus Anima, boy someone could have picked a better fake name.

Race: Tiefling, someone made a mistake in his ancestry.

Age: Eh, it's a wash these days. Appears to be in his late thirties to early forties though.

Height: Six foot one.

Hair: Why it's brown. Well, nutmeg brown if we're being flowery with our words here.

Build: A bit of muscle, at least he isn't a squishy nerd. Unlike his player probably.


- Flowery description not with one less typo -

 Well, this lad, okay he's a middle-aged man. Anyways, this fellow has the ridged stance of a man with a stick up his ass like a proper noble. He even walks as if he had to go through all that training and barking that only those foofy toofy shirt wearing weenies go through. But that's about all the shows of a possible richy rich boy past. As he's got a beard, but he really hasn't groomed the thing in a while, given the fact the sides of it could use a good cleaning and it really needs to be evened out. While that mess of curly brown locks of his is only neat due to the hippy bandana he wears over his forehead and bangs.

 Further ruining his ability to pass as a noble would be the sleeves on both of his arms. After all, what ruling class lets some backwoods peasant doodle ink into his skin? His left arm is obviously a display piece, done by one artist. Rolling up the whole arm from wrist to shoulder would be rolling waves crashing into a large boat that fights against the raging storm depicted on the limb. The sea ends right at a clever inked onto the back of his hand so he can literally give people the chop. The other limb is more a collection of the mindless scribbles of who knows how many. It's a cornucopia of little images, a skull and crossbones, an anchor, a skull, and even what looks like an upside down cross. These little doodles slither their way up to even appear right along his throat, it seems he'll never get a fancy white collar job.

 Bolted into his face is a thick silver nose ring to give him that bullish look, with a hoop biting into his left brow and even a ring set to the right side of his bottom lip. Oh! But wait, ladies and gentlemen, there's more! A hoop of gold in each earlobe and a spiked half ring set into the upper helix of each ear to boot. While his fingers are full of thick rings on nearly every damn finger, and even one on his thumb. It must be time-consuming to jerk off having to remove it all.

 Hung around his waist and resting against his backside would be a lute. A heavily modified lute that is. It's got a longer neck than you can buy in the stores with only six strings as well. Though these strings are much thicker than your average Baroque lute. It also has seen better days, it looks like it's been half way across most the known lands what with its dings, dents, and chips.

 Oh, right. He's one of those half fiends. Well, it's easy to tell after all. He's got a hint of red to his skin tone after all, and even a tail. The red theme keeps up into his eyes which are a murky dull red as well. At least that's the end of the edgy color tones, but he does have a mouthful of sharp fangs, which must make eating fruit a right bitch. That tail of his even sports those doodles his arms have, rolling from base to wide spade. That spade has had four wings slammed into it, which causes a slight soft jingle everytime that extra limb moves.

--Lights--
Red, Yellow, and Green? Huh. Personally, I'm fond of Baronesses Blue album.

But to be serious.
Good stuff: Banter, some of that there story to the character, back and forth, and walk ups.

Bad stuff: First or Second person emotes they kinda throw me off and don't mesh well with my style. Spiders, I don't like spiders. Jehova Witnesses, no issue with the faith but for some reason they always seem rude when I open the door without my pants.