This man cuts an imposing figure, standing well over six feet tall.  Silky, midnight black hair hangs down his back and while the strands are often in roguish disarray they are immaculately clean.  A pair of vivid, blood red eyes peer out from behind the locks with a look that suggests he is not only acutely aware of his surroundings but also always on the hunt for something.

Black horns jut out from his forehead with the tips ending at a rather vicious point, and folded neatly at his back are a pair of massive draconic wings.  Behind him is a long tale that seems to idly swish left and right in nonsensical patterns, a band of pure gold wrapped around it.