A flash of light, an arc of electricity, and with a loud crack of thunder the arrow buries deep into the chest. Another arc and the skies darken as the storm rolls in hailing from a singular point ... and a keen eye.  

Appearance:
Before you stands a man at a height of 6' 6" with a toned build and a lean physique.  His skin holds a pale violent-blue hue and if one watches closely there is the occasional arc of electricity that occasionally dances erotically over his form.  There is also a constant arcing from his eyes giving them an iridescent glow about them.  His dark dusk hair is partially swept back into a topknot whilst the rest of it drapes down his back intermingled with a intricate display of crystalline spikes again emanating with the occasional spark.  

Szuldar:
Shimmering in hues of silver and dusk these intricate lines cover his well tone forearms as well as his sculpted thighs and shins looking much like lightning bolts from which lightning tends to emanate. The is also a marking upon his left pec, a whirling storm of silver and dusk that ever seems like a hurricane building in the midst.

His pose is usually quite relaxed like the calm before the storm, he keeps a causal smile upon his lips and occasionally, as part of his nature, watches as the sparks dance back and forth over his fingertips.

WIP

Lights:
I prefer to let rp drive the story but I do have a few things I that I do consider to be red lights and will address if an rp seems to be heading toward such.  I am very tell friendly so feel free to shoot me a tell if you have questions.