Nevermore, the entity that stands before you appears to be a legless figure wrapped in a smoking cloud of shadows, from the dark figure you could barely see what lies behind that dark mass of shadows, as the mist covers the image of the sea, his eyes are two well of a red cloud, like rubies incastonated into two hollows, from the two red orbids that meet your gaze you can only see glimmer, light, red smoke coming out costantly, his chest it's made of dark ethereal ribbons, designed by the devil to be the cage of the unfortunate soul that's gonna be, nevermore feast.
His favourites? poeths, musicians, artists of any kind, wanderers that had absorbed more taste from his own life as every living beings.