There is one question you have to ask yourself when you set out on any journey, any task, any mission.  Do you think you are prepared?  The answer is simple as our master would put it, YOU ARE NOT PREPARED!!!

Ambience:
Shinedown - Sound of Madness
Bullet for my Valentine - Your Betrayal
Black Veil Brides - Lost it All

The Elf:
Standing at 6' 6" his skin a midnight violet hue. His body covered by eerie green markings that spread over the expanse of his bulking biceps and sculpted chest.  His eyes bound by a dark cloth stripping him of his natural sight. His dusk blue hair cascades down to his ass.  As his waist tappers to his hips it would be easy to see the washboard abs adorning his stomach. His movements quite graceful as he moves through the forests and other natural environments as if he was supposed to be a part of them.  His keen long ears lift and lower as he listens to the nuances of his surroundings keeping a secure note on what is going on around him.

The Illidari:
Standing at 7' 1" his skin ashened from its midnight violet hue to a more black of night by the fel energies circulating his body further indicated by the midnight blue marks that cover his bulking biceps and sculpted chest.  A glow which seems to touch his eyes as well or so it would seem as his eyes are bound by a dark cloth stripping him of his natural sight.  A sight he long ago lost the need of as he took the oath and vow of his brotherhood shedding his former race to become Illidari and taking into himself the very energies used by those he seeks to destroy.  His wings sprouting from his back spread wide that ashen canvas further displaying his taint along with a large pair of horns curling from upon his forehead.  His raven hair cascades down to his ass, a part of it pulled up in a sort of top knot.  As his waist tappers to his hips it would be easy to see the washboard abs adorning his stomach. Despite his apparent blindness the being appears ever acutely aware of what is going on around him.

Like any Illidari, Telarius was rarely if ever without his trademark weapons of choice.  He seems quite trained in the hunting arts mixing a lethal combination of talents into a killing machine.  Arriving in this strange land, he comes with only one personal possession that was supposed to be more, the jeweled skull of his beloved. She a priestess, specifically a sister of Elune, by the name Marinda.



Lights:
I am pretty go with the flow and if I find myself uncomfortable with something I will definitely say something in a tell.  That said there are a few things I definitely red light: Rape, toilet play, and breaking server rules.  Story driven RP is definitely welcome as well as corruption or confrontational.  I am tell friendly.