Before most folks' awareness of this individual was made manifest, people knew pretty much what attraction meant. However, his arrival is like the rude opening of a hatch leading to another reality. A vulgar, untamed reality. And yet one cannot be helped to drawn in with or without consent.

Standing only slightly taller than the common human male, this coquettish, even slightly effeminate looking man appears almost like a love-spawn of Titania and Oberon. Though bearing no marks of an outsider, or of dubious enchantments, his superior looks still exhume an aura of Sylvan grace. He has all the tell-tale marks of proper nobility; polished nails, gentle perfume, pearly skin adorned with make-up and flawless, flaxen hair. And yet he lacks the paramount part of the condescending and irritable attitude most noblemen radiate - his furrowed brow and trembling lip instead of having an inviting, quality to them. If only these are borrowed.

Only upon closing the distance, can one notice the slightly warped features of this man's figure. Surgical stitches running in perfect symmetry from the corners of his mouth to the base of his jawline to either of his upper limbs. The scent of ash and chemical undertones subtly mixed in with his perfume. And his robes now also appear reminiscent of skin - not leather as one might misperceive. Various trinkets pique bystanders' curiosity - A petrified larynx with strategically drilled holes, which seems to be some sort of an instrument. A small necklace with a miniature still-beating heart on it. Various bottles of colorful chemicals and potions, some giving off an unhealthy glow. Only close enough to him is where most can detect the gentle amused laughter he appears to be holding back from most passersby.