A towering beast of a man, gruff and intimidating by every account. This was the first impression many a person had upon laying eyes on the draconian creature; Even his name sounded like something you'd hear in cautionary tales about creepy old castles and dungeons... Ghirrim. A guttural growl-made-identifier, more akin to the noise you'd hear just before a terrible, gory death; Made all the more unnerving by the way he speaks. His voice is deep and rumbling, setting a person's very core to vibrating if that distinctively resonate baritone ever grew too loud.

 Looking upon him only further reinforced this vision. While far from being the tallest of individuals in this world, he still stood at an impressive height: Easily a head over most humans, if not more. And to lend to that was his frightening visage; Thick, rust-brown scales covered every inch of his body, and a crown of horns adorned his head. While he had the unusual addition of large ears, even those were grizzled and jagged. The left ear had a large chunk missing from its tip, whilst the right had an obvious scar along the inside of it from some age-old injury. His face was just as rough, too - Thick, bone-like plating lined the top of his head and ran down to his nose, whilst his eyes seemed almost to burn with an intense fire. And when that large maw of his opens, it was to the sight of a brilliant array of sharp, pointy pearly whites and an impossibly long tongue, all of it glistening with slimy strands of saliva.

 His body was no exception to the grizzly appearance; The thick scales continued ever onwards and downwards, hard plating on his spine and rough, rusty terrain everywhere else. Even for all of his roughness however, he wasn't -entirely- like stone to the touch. His belly bore countless tinier, softer scales of a creamier brown colour, as well as being impossibly hot, practically radiating with the heat of a burning oven. While it would still be hard to imagine a knife marring these scales, they were far smoother than the rest of his body. These smaller, more supple scales continued down from his chest and onto his belly, ending just above his groin; Which itself was adorned with a plump, scaled sheath that hid something that could only be imagined as 'Very large'. Of course there was a hefty pair of orbs to match that, a set of immense baby-brewers that put the imagined size of his girth to a very real and tangible weight and proportion.

 Behind the beastly man there was a clear lack of wings; Sometimes, however, he did sport a pair of massive flappers. Some mild shapeshifting ability lent him this ability, no doubt. He was clearly built for running and sprinting... Or mayhaps bulldozing and tearing up the earth. He was -strong-, and to say otherwise would be like saying a boulder wasn't hard. Though he wasn't a walking ball of muscles, his musculature was incredibly dense and refined; Lending to the idea that he could send a person flying just by sweeping his arms out. Such refined muscles meant he was quick to react too - Though perhaps he wasn't so quick to notice things. Indeed, for all of that strength and speed, he seemed rather inattentive of his surroundings.

 And to top all of this off, perhaps the most overwhelmingly terrifying aspect of the dragonlike man.. Was that his personality was the exact opposite of what his appearance suggested it would be.

 Indeed, despite his harrowing visage and scars and muscle and speed, he was through and through impossibly kind. Though it was rare, his smile was great and big and undeniably goofy, and those that witness it would most likely attest that they found it impossible to see anything unnerving and scary about the man whatsoever. It was easy to get a chuckle out of him, and his occasional full-on laugh was loud and heartwarming in every way imaginable. Ghirrim was the kind of man that made a person feel safe and secure just by being in the same general area as them. There might even be rumours floating around that the monstrous Ghirrim had an unspoken love of baking. But mayhaps that was going a bit too far; Would all of those pointy bits and silly personality even be safe in a kitchen?

Then there's the question of that collar he wears. It doesn't look like a slave collar, or even a pet collar.. It's just a simple, black-stained choker made of woven, reinforced leather, with a golden heart pendant dangling from the front. Curious...















---OOC Notes---
The player is up for trying most any forms of roleplay, in or out of a bed, but there are a few clear 'No's and a few definitive 'Yes plz'es to be had.

-No bathroom play, thank you kindly!
-No outright rape or bloodletting, either.
-Necrophilia's and undead are a nope as well!


-The player greatly enjoys sizeplay, and strongly encourages anyone with a penchant for using magic to reduce a person's size to knock a foot or two off of themselves. Or three. Or five. So the dragon might not notice them if they're an inch tall, how dangerous could it be?
-That ties into weirder things; Soft vore of all kinds, foodplay, weird ways to fill a condom, you name it. The dragon's dick does look like an excellent place to hide away in, after all; Just don't ask why he's got it out while filling pastries. Or why there doesn't seem to be any bowls or bags of filling for those pastries.
-Vanilla stuff is fine as well!