Thick, heavy robes ever seemed draped over the lean physique of the rather tall, wiry form that composed the dark silhouette of Xaethriux. Upon brief inspection, it would become extraordinarily evident to most that this cowled figure boasted a towering stature. In stark contrast to his impressive height, however, the mage seemed quite frail. As a result, that scrawny (albeit rather toned) physique of his took quite a toll on his capacity to portray himself as even remotely physically intimidating.

Anyone who had dedicated an even marginally recognizable degree of time to inspecting the mage would quickly come to the realization that Xaethriux rarely (if ever) discarded those heavy robes that so frequently seemed to decorate his frame. The dedicated, notwithstanding, would on the contrary inevitably find the opportunity to see the hooded figure dress down to either one significant extent or another. On such occasions, he wore clothing light enough to give a rather excessive exposure to the sheer definition and vascularity of his modestly athletic build.

Patience certainly seemed to be a painful virtue to implement when it came to meeting the bare minimum amount of time necessary for a diligent onlooker to truly see the unconcealed form of this reclusive practitioner of magic. The abyssal mage, for all intents and purposes, seemed ever calm, calculating, and far too content in his silence. The male maintaining a serene composure with nearly infallible consistency. And as rare as it was to see him discard his heavy robes in favor of less cumbersome clothing, it was rarer yet that he would ever remove his hood. The figure seeming infinitely untroubled by the prospect of a near eternal concealment of his visage by that low-hanging cloth over his head.

Consequently, he bore a degree of physical anonymity that most could only dream of achieving in their lifetimes. A nondescript, faceless reputation that could only be obtained by a near endless dedication to social isolation and seclusion. Those whom were fortunate enough to get a glimpse underneath his hood, however, would be treated to a deeply transient glance at those sharply cut, angular features beneath the shade of his cowl.

Silence seemed to be a fundamental feature of this male's often uninspiring composure. Though, with time, he seemed to make a clearly discernible effort to to stray away from his habitually misanthropic behavior. In consequence, he often seemed to display a substantially contradictory persona to his usual. It was a volatile change in conduct that marked his disposition as nothing short of incredibly binary.


[Reds]: Excrement. Godmoting. Males in ERP/SRP.