Over yonder is your atypical, rugged rogue. An urchin, or a criminal - molded into the life of crime. However, this one lacks the certain severity of the common thug, and in its place an observer might notice the distinct sheen of sophistication and aristocracy. An outlaw with a sense for the theatrical, perhaps. The sleek shave and smug attitude suggest so, anyway.

His hide resembles the midnight sky above an industrial city, where no stars are visible, a set of horns protrude from just above his forehead, where his hair serves to mask the sprouting spot, and from his back, two enormous wings heave in a calm dread.