Race: Erinyes (?)
Gender: Male

He stands tall in whatever garb he wore for the occasion; from his strange, perhaps exotic armor and masks to everyday clothing and an uncovered face, no matter what he wears it is worn with something akin a confident grace.   His eyes, from behind the slits in his mask or in plain view, gaze out from a rough, scarred face that appears no stranger to battle in victory or defeat.  Red, firey hair sits atop his head in a range of situations, from pure chaotic mop to carefully placed order, varying day to day in an oddly inordinate amount for a devil of his station.

His body was made of lithe, yet still corded muscle.  Dancing the line between the bulging of a proper warrior and the svelte, predatory look of most of his kind, at the very least every bit of flesh seems to have seen use in some form.  Much like his eyes, scars run in unplanned patterns across his flesh from a myriad of weaponry; to the knowledgable observer, there'd be evidence of blades, knives, arrows, and even, oddly, bullets, despite the overall medieval look of the man.   The only additions to his skin past those scars seem to be a few sentences of an odd language, Greek, tattoo'd across his arms and chest, forming their own patterns to perhaps distract from their natural oddity atop him.  Of course, in addition to those scars, his body was gifted with many signs of his fiendish ancestry, from the spaded tail that trailed behind him to the golden, shimmering claws atop each finger to the grand wings that burst from his back, covered in dyed crows' plumage, of rough flight feathers and soft down both.

Furthermore, the scent of this creature's blood hangs around it as a declaration for all, but the usual tang of sulphur and the taste of dark power is strangely muted for such a being openly displaying its body's origins.  Instead of pure sulphur, it is muddied with incense and woodsmoke.   Instead of pure infernal aura, the influence of otherworldly blood is weak and chaotic, leaving less a constant sensation of presence and more a series of pinpricks that roll across the body in small waves upon approach.

Sexuality: Pansexual

Greens: Whatever fits, with whoever fits, or whoever he fits in.
Reds: Anything against server rules