A tall looking creature, wrapped within a heavy dark jacket showing a wear on it which could only come from constant use and time, weathered, but not looking like garbage. If one looked hard enough they would note the criss cross of stiching along the fabric to repair the thing over the cours eof the many years of it's use. It had a feathered trim along it, reminicint of a housecoat almost, around the end of the sleeves, as well as around the neck and moving along the liner of the jacket moving down to the bottom. The feathers black and tattered some not looking like feathers and moreso just the spiked quills at the center of each one. It wouldn't be too hard to figure out, that the trimmings for the jacket came from the creatures own wings, where the tattered things drape across his back or shoulders when he is feeling particularily lazy, which is most of the time. The run down apperance wa snot for a mis-treatment to them, but moreso his violent lifestyle of constantly picking fights with anything, sentiant, unsentiant, alive, dead, tree or bench. He was capable of flight but, he ussually end up running faster than flight could take him.

    Red glowing eyes peer out from under a rather non descript black hood, the eyes seeming to be balls of light rather than acctual organic matter, most do not get close enough to find out. Shadows of his hood are more pronounced from the odd black metalic mask he wore upon his face. A purple stripe under each eye forming a point at the very bottom of it near where the corner of his mouth would be. The occasional glance of white locks could be seen if close enough to peer into the hood betraying his hairs natural shade.

    His hands were almost always encased within his weapon of choice, metalic gauntlets ending each digit with a sizable metalic claw used for pain or pleasure depending upon his mood, and as he has had them for so very long, they seemed to be an extention of his own body, able to do things quite difficult normally, such as, sewing or knitting, as rare as it was he did these things. The true length of the gauntlets were hiden as they went up into his sleeves, one would assume they either stopped before his elbow, or continued up the bicept.

    If one were to either catch him in a favorable mood, (or stumble upon his corpse) they would be able to note that he had a pale toned flesh, which would not be too supprising as he was almost constantly wraped within layers of clothing. His figure was that of an athletic swimmer, not of a muscle bound brute which could explain why he had good aim for hitting the places that hurt the most. His rather tall and slender body was almost gangly, something that would best be suited for crawling down a chimmney to slit somones face. Although a smost would note, he's the straight forward type to do it within the shortest ammount of time.

   The last notable thing would be the ammount of metal he wore, heavy metalic boots, which should make a notable noise were eerily silent as he'd moreso glide along with his steps in an odd side shuffling manner, unless he was intent to cause bodily harm, in such a case, he would probbably be sprinting flat out instead. He wore an odd sort of metalic chain pants that made a slittle noise as his steps, although the protection they offer has saved him from many a smaller reaches blades, clubs or other such weapons.

   Likes: Strawberries, redheads,snuggeling, nuzzeling, cuddeling, violence, random violence, weapons, shiney weapons, dull weapons, making weapons, using weapons, more violence, darkness, furry things, feathered things, soft things.
                                             Dislikes: light, people blocking his darkness, Ajira, goodie two shoes, Elrin, Ajira again... being bored, most males, cheap wine, wine under 300 years, Ajira, Orphans, Orphanages.

(( These ar enot red or green lights, just his own personal preferance. ))