An imposing figure, this Man stands roughly seven hands high and is nearly as large as a giant. Garbed in a simple dark robe cinched at the waist with a hempen rope, he does not appear intimidating yet an aura of dark perversion emanates from him like rain from a cloud. Pale blue eyes stare straight forward from an impassive and emotionless face. Day old stubble decorates the lower half of his face and a scar from what appears to be a three-clawed beast travels its way from his hairline down the left side skull and disappears beneath his robe. His head is shaved clean and a darkened tinge is all that remains. Large, powerful hands flex methodically as if they were waiting to grip something, perhaps a skull or two. He catches your eye and, in that moment, a darkened shadow flickers across his irises and just as quickly disappears.