Race: Duergar
Height: 4'11''
Build: Solid

Beady, suspicious eyes peer out from beneath the brim of the duergar's hood, nearly always twisted into expression of disdain or frustration.  A jagged scar runs down the creature's cheek, seemingly left by a dull blade.  A wiry goatee trails down from his chin, braided and clasped with miniature iron chains.  His voice is raspy and low, with an edge sharpened by decades of soot and smoke.

The duergar is dressed plain and practical, clad in the dark and greys of the shadows.  Much of his clothing has been patched and sewn up, showing the wear and tear of years of travel.  The right arm of his dusty coat has been torn off, exposing the arcane-mechanic monstrosity that is his arm.

A skeleton of adamantine extends from his right shoulder, with scarred, twisted flesh extending over it, as though his skin were slowly taking over the creation.  Wiry, exposed sinews wind their way around the adamantine frame, where veins pulsate and throb beneath the little flesh that exists.  Chains and pulleys add further to the abomination, giving the arm it's terrifying strength.

Long fingers of adamantine-shod bone extend, claw-like from his wrist, giving all the appearance of a decaying corpse made to move like a puppet.

A severe demeanor hangs over the duergar, as cold and pitiless as the night, with only the occasional bout of cruel laughter and mockery to break through the facade.

Reds: Toilet, Vore
Greens: Non-Con, Dominance, Kidnapping, Struggle, Smaller Characters, Toys, Technology/Engineering, Dub-Con, Drugs & Chemicals

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