Race { Axani }
Sex { Male }
Age { 47 }
Height { 6'4" }
Weight { 279 lbs }
Detect { Evil, Law }

  An axani. A race rife with pristine examples of symmetrical beauty, of warriors heralded for their martial posture and noble graces. Great architects and mathematicians. Strategists and diplomats. This creature was not so blessed. Bred for the eternal battle within the cubes of Archeron, he rarely attempted to present himself as anything else. Much less with the handsomeness of his brethren.

  Hair kept short and visage in disrepair. Unset breaks leaving his features mangled. Eye sockets sunken deeper than they should. Ears puffed and punctured with no piercings in sight. Nose regenerated into a mass two sizes too big. He was a roaming wall of muscle mass contesting his race's naturally lithe forms.

  Not all traits were lost in this specimen. He avoided ostentatious and purely decorative accessories, instead dressing in simple yet elegant attires of complimenting color schemes. Keeping a stoic sense of ease and orderly conduct with a voice which spoke in low, clear tones, if one bothered to attempt, he could be salvaged with a series of healing spells and a lengthy period of acclimation into well-mannered society.

  An easily spotted object always in his possession is a fiendishly malignant blade. A black slab of cold steel marked with an infernal dialogue recanting the tale of an altraloth long since lost. Those which wield it will learn of a betrayal and find themselves driven with a new found purpose not entirely their own.