Height: 5'11"
Weight: 168lbs.

Age: 44.

The man before you seems like a common enough sort--no curled appendages, or flaming wings--with a relaxed demeanor and neutral expression to match.  His eyes are a clear, crystal blue; framed by dark locks tinged with a streak or two of gray.  He appears somewhat reserved, in both presence and mood, but a spark of wry humor is never far from his stern gaze.

He has the figure of a typical sellsword, but the slim and sculpted build of someone accustomed to exercising for fitness' sake - not necessity.  Likewise, his nails are clean and his beard is neatly trimmed - cufflinks of silver shimmer at his wrists.  He often wears a shirt or vest, opened an extra button or two to expose the ridge between his pecs and the patch of chest hair that accentuates the slight divide.

His limbs are well-muscled enough, though not bulging, and his tailored garb displays them readily enough -- the seat of his pants hemmed to emphasize the lift of his rear, and the carefully constrained bulge at his groin.

All in all, he strikes a somewhat foppish figure -- but a dark glint to his eyes and the grit of his rough (albeit somewhat melodious) voice, shouldn't be taken lightly.

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Lights
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Red:  Scat, Gore, Vore, Perma-Anything.

Yellow:  Females in ERP.

Green:  Most everything else. I'll definitely let you know if things start to cross the line.

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