The swirling golden orbs of a bland golden sunset capture your attention immediately. The unsettling darkness of this creation exacerbate the certainly unorthodox nature to the eyes of a being that appears to be burnt beyond recognition. Beyond the eyes is a white band of tightly bound hair that traces up the center of his head, the neighboring sides remaining clean and shaved by scars. Into the deeper jowls of his thick, war-like face is a gruff beard that resembles the stained white snow caps of the most treacherous mountains. His body is powerful, a frame that is reinforced with muscle and grit. His neck is stout and secure, managing the ensemble that is the creation of devastation. He shifts with an unsettling dexterity that can only be driven by awareness and doubt, his muscular arms pulsing at the bet of his heart. The presence of this dark entity only reverberates the sensation of fear, death and pure destruction.