The man standing before you has a physique lacking strength, although, it is expected of this being. He is cloaked in a dark robe, blending in with the other shadowy and sickening compliments. He stands at almost six feet in height with dark maroon skin. His features are flawless, his eyes are a deep green. His hair is jet black, shoulder length and flows in the wind. His wings are very large, and feathers have an orange hue. There is a sinister grin on his face, revealing perfect teeth, all white in color. His eyes roll back as he begins to chant to his dark gods. There is a stench of death and disease emanating from him.