Corso Bon'Swann carries himself with both a casual mastery of his physical body and masterfully casual disregard for its safety. His sun tanned skin contrasts sharply with the mane of saltwater streaked, silver-blonde hair that cascades to his shoulders. Adorning his pointed ears are a multitude of studs and rings of such marvelous craftsmanship that the ancient artisans of Grimforge Mountain would practically bite one another with envy. Just below his left ear, coiling erotically down the side of his neck, is a tattoo of a mermaid clutching a treasure chest. Under his right ear sits a siren clad in nothing but seven beads, four of them sweat. As for his own form, the fierceness in his thighs and salaciousness in his shoulders would stir even the soggiest of celibate flesh. Beneath eyebrows shaped as seagulls are a pair of deep purple eyes: joyous, lively, amused, sly, cunning, and deadly; he hasn't made it this far in life on charm alone.