Name  : Qrinrenar or Rin or Renar
Race  : Tiefling (male)
Height: 5'11''
Weight: around 165 pounds
Build : Wiry, slim and athletic.
Eyes  : a light wine-red
Hair  : purplepurple
Years : 577 years (around 23 human ones)

Special Abilities:
Pariah - It seems that the most magical effects like auras or scents are not really working on him. As if he has a higher magical resistence or some kind of immunity.

Light:
First of all i tend to go with the flow of the rp and let it decide.

White/Green:
seduction, flirting, Vanilla sex, rough sex, coarse language during erp srp (that is not humiliating ), Romance, long courtship, fidelity, light to medium BDSM, long to medium posts, humor, good social rp, friendships, hunting, Creating RP plots/adventures and writing them up in the forums, colaborating, Oral (giving & revieving), Anal (giving), Bestiality and beeing a slave (but not been an easy one)

Reds: All against the server rules. *points above* All others? He is enough self-confident to say something if he doesnt likes it.

History:

Slowly you come closer.
What you cannot tell at first glance is the gender.
Fine facial features are a gift of this person. You look down to their chest first to see whether or not they are really a female?!

No breasts can be seen, but this male's bare upper body is free of any body hair.
He is not very butch or muscular. Instead, he is slim, and the word "wiry" might pop into your mind in a good way.

You let your eyes switch to his face and with your long years of experience and skilled eyes you would guess him around the first years past twenty.
"Not a real man and yet not anymore a boy!" your inner voice is telling you.


Not really someone so exotic in this folk of Sinifer City, no one who would cause wide eyed looks like those with big exotic feathers or wings.

Your gaze follows him and moves to the obsidian dark horns showing themselves through his wild and long purple hair, which contrasts with his pale, light grey skin.

You let your eyes wander some more and now you see him waving a thin tail above his goat-like legs which end in similar goatish hooves, letting you know he is a creature from the abyss.

Every time you see him around, he has his right hand in the right pocket of his exotic looking trousers, while his left index fingers play with the black cross necklace hanging around his neck, his fingers winding in the chain.