Height: 6'1"
Weight: 186 lbs.
Age: Look's early-mid 30's
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Complexion: A tad more pale than tan.
Eye Color: Deep Blue

|History|

Telflamm is a city where thieves and pirates rule. Factions constantly at war for control over the crime world, all seeking power and fortune. One such faction, the Shadowmasters, were apt to bringing in orphaned children into their ranks to raise as soldiers in their army. However, their war consisted of espionage and assassination, and that's the life Sigil was brought into. Sigil was granted his name for being a symbol to the Shadowmasters, as rarely did a mission go awry when he was involved. He had a roguish look to him, and a devil-may-care attitude.

And through a series of events he has found himself on the shores of Sinfar looking for his freedom and running from his family. Now more likely to lend a helping hand than slit a throat, Sigil has left his old life behind in an attempt to atone for what he sees as his previous sins.

Having lived a life of rigid training and preforming jobs for his former family, it's left Sigil with a naivete to him, having not had much interaction with other people outside of mission related relationships. He was not always the quickest to catch on to what's right in front of him, especially when it comes to advances from others. Though most times he could be found relaxing in a bar or staring out into the sea.

As for his recent history on the isles, he's been through a bit of strangeness. Murdered, made undead, resurrected, held on trial by fiends and demons, given a demonic form, bodyguard for a princess; Needless to say though he considers himself retired, he finds himself in a sticky situation now and then.


|Physical Description|

His head is topped with short black hair, which is almost always a bit messy and tousled. The slightest bit of stubble always grows around his jaw. His eyes a dark blue, which despite their depth still tend to always shine brightly.

His body was athletic and chiseled from all his years of assassin work and training. His skin clung tightly to his muscles, though he was not bulky like a body builder. Even his movements were lithe and quick, like that of a gymnast.

If one was to see him disrobed, his body was littered in small scars from the multitude of close calls he had in his previous life. He also had a notably large "X" shaped scar over his heart, as well as a long set of claw marks reaching from his shoulder all the way down his side/back.

For the naughty bit, he would best be described as well endowed for a human.

When he speaks he has a light "southern" accent, that always sounds somewhat polite, even when he attempts to be sarcastic or rude.


|Lights|

Reds (No): Against the server stuff, Gore, Scat, etc. Anyone with a penis, no dicks. (literally and figuratively).

Yellows (Probably): Pretty open, usually dependent of the mood of the RP. Obviously, if you think you should ask, you should ask.

Greens (Absolutely): RP first and foremost. New experiences, Adventure. Being approached, Vanilla: Gentle or Rough, Romance, Casual, Light BDSM

Feel free to walk up!