Obviuos enough this man's demonic features are all there to see, though dark, tall and rugged he may be.

Raven black mane of hair flows from the top of his head, thick and long swaying in it's own ethereal winds, further down eyebrows curl in fierce way and the bodyhair, however lithe and fair, only service to accent the muscles. Strange blue-hued skin, wrapped tightly to his slightly over 6ft quite muscular frame. Bearing no scars, marely smooth as well fitting silk glove and warm to the touch.

Pure flaming orbs as his eyes lack irises and any other indication where he might be looking. Simply stare off into the distance no matter what, with their hypnotic flickering one could easily get lost into them. Further town pair of thin, black, lips perpetuarly curl into wicked small smile. Be it he knows some secret, deep and dark, or simply he was let in some universal joke that paints all around him as fools. Inside his mouth, pair of pearly white fangs sometimes revealed his predatory nature.

The strange blue frame, and black thick hair was not all that hinted towards his demonic orgins. The pair of curled horns ontop his thick bush of hair peeked out to give no doubt what he was. Though the obvious large pair of black feather wings something one's eyes could not easily avoid either, Though there was no tail on his back, the firm rump of his butt was quite juicy and often packed away in tight pair of leather pants.

Further down his groin. One would notice the sizable package no matter what clothing he wore. Bulding out in lewd ways, presented to those so inclide to look. Quite sizable sacks and the impressive lenght there was made for breeding and pleasure. Perpetually dripping with preseed as venom from a dagger, and the veiny shaft never truely completely flacid. Though as it happened to be his dark blessing always left him feeling deep and dark needs... And those not always nice kind.

When caught naked, the blue skin was a sight to behold, truely magical. And indeed, there was something magical about his looks. Highly keen minds would notice such a thing a mile away, though those with simple magical sense could tell there was some supernatural drawing one to behold his form. Worship it, which infact was exactly what he wished for. Fallen deva once a proud warrior and defender of truth, beaty and justice. A warrior of Lathander, growing too bold simply as it was. Too proud, and it was his fall.

...And thus Lathanders holy symbol was replaced by Shars.

Random Info:
No gender restrictions (Admitedly for sexual things, girly things prefared).

Though character is -highly- dominant, player is a switch.

Open to many many things (Will send a tell if I dont like something).

Absolutely no scat allowed!