Sex: Male
Race: Human (Werewolf)
Height: 6ft 7in
Weight: 370lbs
Orientation: bisexual dominant

Standing nearer to seven feet tall than to six, this blonde Northman towers over most normal men. Shaggy blonde hair flows unbound back to his shoulderblades, and stubble seems to constant protude from his jawline and cheeks. His strides are confident, which is to be expected when his thighs are as thick as tree trunks and his arms are the size of most people's head.

With that said, the man is not completely muscle. Around his stomach especially is a layer of flab that keeps him from showing off his abs, clearly indicating a man who enjoys his leisure time and a good meal instead of any rigorous training excercise. Still, one would be hard pressed to say he has 'let himself go', as the extra flesh still covers a warrior's physique that is equally apt at smashing heads in as lounging by a fire to tell stories.

Looking at his eyes, those glacial blue orbs seem to only have two expressions. The first and most usual being an almost patronly warmth, which coupled with his almost goofy grin serve to show his genial and playful manner at a glance to anyone who might glance at him whilst in the middle of a story or ribald joke. As for the second expression...it is a stare as cold as the frozen tundra, the look of a hunter vowing to tear the throat from the rival that tries to stake claim to his territory.

Strapped to his hip is a well cared for broadsword, rather simplistic runes running along the blade that would be childsplay for any loremaster to identify (Strength, Thunder, Frost, Storm). Around his neck, and bound by an ostentatious gold chain that seems at odd with the simple clothes the man prefers, is a symbol of Tempus the Foehammer.

Watching his mannerisms, it is clear that the man is no ordinary human. Thick hair marks his body that seems almost fur on his chest. His eyes seem to see at night far better than one would expect of a human, and most tellingly would be his habit of sniffing the air to gather scents. When angered or frightened, that hair has a tendency to prickle as if a wolf raising its hackles.

For those who see him nude, the final bit that shows he is not human would be his genitals. Protruding from a thatch of pubic hair, that is lightly trimmed at best, his cock would extend to roughly ten inches while hard and would significant girth. Though the head is like a human's, the base shows a canine knot ready to plug his lovers to trap in his seed.
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Red Lights: permadeath, scat
Yellow Lights: nonsexual torture
Green Lights: females (preferred), shemales, herms, men, oral/anal/vaginal, rough, nonconsent, humiliation, public locations, animals and anthro, and urination.