Name: Dorian Eventide
Alias: Dorian Brown
Race: Lycanthropic Human(?)
Age: Appears early twenties
Height: 6'6" / 7'0"
Build: Lean, but muscular
Scent: Subtle aroma of rose oil


---The Man---
 Before you stands a man tall and proud, a man who looks as though he knows who he is and what he is doing in life, despite whatever circumstances have to say to the contrary.
 Aside from his proud demeanor, the man seems to be a fit, well-maintained individual - His skin is lightly tanned, carefully cleaned and maintained in even the most arduous of situations. His hair is equally as meticulously taken care of; A head of shoulder-length sandy-blonde that, while windswept, is kept back from his face most of the time. His face is rather nicely rounded as well - Almost chiseled, but soft enough to lend him a kindly appearance. His is the face of one you know you can trust, and his sky-blue eyes only further reinforce the idea as they watch the world with a keen, friendly intelligence.
 Overall the human seems quite fit. He looks ready to endure long swims, or to deliver punishing blows upon a would-be adversary. One can only imagine what he must be like beneath the covers, as he seems none too keen in partaking of such pleasures as freely as others may.
 At nearly all times he is dressed in what could only be described as a nobleman's suit - A rich mixture of dark forest greens and deep, brooding purples, just dark enough that they look as though they belong together. Curiously his outfit is also adorned with heavy pauldrons of gold and blue, his right arm armoured in the same manner, whilst his belt seems to come from the same suit of armour. At all times he carries a scabbard that matches the armour, though it is curiously devoid of any sword.
 A keen eye may note that his clothing, as rich and nice as it may look, has subtle signs of wear and tear. The seams are ever so slightly threadbare, and the occasional hole seems to have been expertly patched up to near-invisibility.


---The Beast---
 Though one may not recognize him at a quick glance, observers may be privvy to viewing one of the man's alternative forms; That of a large, bipedal wolf. In this form he could easily clear seven feet in height if he stood upright, though he seems to always be hunched over as if ready to move.
 In this form the man is covered from head-to-toe in thick, soft sandy fur. His legs have inverted upon themselves and a long tail is keenly visible behind him. In this form mighty claws tip each of his individual digits, their edges gleaming in even the most subtle of light. His face too seems sharper and more angular - The face of a wolf, with sharp fangs to match. Despite this he maintains those kind eyes, clearly in full control of his less-than-civilized body.
 While wandering the world, furred as he would be, the man foregoes his usual noble-esque attire. While he still has the (Oddly newly enlarged) armoured plating on his arms, his modesty is only maintained by a plain loincloth covering his genitals.


---The Wolf---
 This form is far more rarely observed than his half-wolf shape. It appears as a large, dark-furred worg almost, one which stalks through the world on silent paws.
 Gone is any form of armour or clothing, gone is the sand-coloured fur and hair, gone is the soft appearance of a friendly beast. The Wolf is covered from the tip of his snout to the tip of his tail in sheer black fur, long claws and menacing fangs looking ready to tear into anything that it so happens to prey upon... Thankfully, however, the wolf's eyes maintain the sky blue hue of intelligence, betraying the friendly soul that resides in the intimidating bulk of rough-furred muscle. Even if he can no longer speak in this form, at least.


---Scars and Markings---
 In all forms, the man bears a thin scar across his left cheek. Several more line his abdomen and arms, betraying the remnants of some long-forgotten battle on his otherwise unmarred flesh.


---The Inheritance---
 Those who are privvy to such abilities, or who are of particularly evil descent, will no doubt detect some form of celestial bloodline in the man-wolf's being. A spark of brilliant whiteness that shines within his soul, warding off corruption and fear like an unrelenting candle in the depths of the Underdark.