"Of the flesh and of the bone, magic rought and power gained. Never forgotten and never lost. That which is mine, of course."

--Of the Undying Breath 10:31


Statesque at 219cm (7'1"), a streamlined form of refined muscular physique walks with purpose and agile grace. This male looks upon the world with interest and curiosity of what there is to be had.

Eyes like jade jewels look upon his world, filled with desire, and lustful greed of what is to be gained. But there rests more behind such gaze than what is revealed.

His hair hangs long, crowning the sides of his face and down along his back in silken waves; colour like that of raven's feathers and just as such reflects a dark purple/blue hue when struck by cascading light in just the right angle.

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But what stands before, is not always true. As with secrets in the dark, they come to light when least expected.

Keeping stature, one could only view a much broader torso formed; a hard wedge of bone structure taking shape beneath flowing robes. Not of the flesh, but of the bone; an Undead held by magic's grace and power to this world.

Even among the ebony void that fills the sockets of his eyes, there rests a crimson glow peering out from the darkness unto the world.

Despite the two forms, he will always forever more be. Never mistakened. Undead. Though he does tend to keep such concealed through his magic while of the flesh.

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