"A ghastly appearance did he make. Tall and lanky like a skeleton covered with pale skin stretched over too tall a frame.
Long grey-stained dark hair framed a bony face, scarred by foul magic.
A dark hole gaped where once his right eye had resided, and its twin glimmered an almost milky white hue, socketed beneath a brooding forehead.
Upon his skull rested a crown of ominous design, and the tattered clothes he wore might once upon a time have been the garments of a nobleman. They hinted thus towards a once possible regal heritage.
But to ruin of such an impression brought the dark armor which covered parts of his body, it suited better the picture of a fallen hero, or a heretic. A man who's path had since long been lost to darkness.
Slung over the left shoulder were a tarnished cape that swayed freely in the wind as the left arm underneath were missing to offer it support.
To complete the image of a wandering vagrant warrior, a black scabbard covered in abyssal runes were strapped to his back. Within rested a greatsword of metal as dark as the crown upon his head, and as ominous.
The tool of a coldblooded slayer of men.
Most curious about him were perhaps the small vials that littered the belt secured around his hips. Numerous alchemical concoctions of various colors from which he drank often; for they sustained his resilience towards and prevented him from becoming consumed by the beast within."