Height: 6'1
Weight: 185
Eyes: The color of burning coals along with the dim glow


  The man before you was clearly confident in his abilities and himself judging by the way he moved and carried himself. An almost ever present cocky grin plastered to his sharp handsome angular face even when the odds were stacked against him. He always wears a coin attached to a simple silver chain with the symbol of Tymora on it. Said coin has two large indents on it along with a small hole and is generally in just poor shape. He had the body of a swimmer, covered in lean muscle his pants just low enough so that should he stretch or move a certain way that sculpted V at the top of his hips peaked out.

 A mercenary by trade, he finds himself at a loss as to how he got here but does not plan on letting that stop him.

Lights!:

Greens/Favorites: Alot... but favorites for this one are sissification/feminization, rape, humiliation, degradation and everything else along those lines


Reds: Scat, Vomit