A man is here, carefully observing a bit of dead flesh which hangs loosely from his forearm. He appears to be of average stature and build, though perhaps a bit skinnier than most of his kind and smells nearly as bad as a week old corpse. Brilliant blue eyes stare out from between long strands of golden hair and a set of slightly elongated ears protrude from either side of his head. A disproportionately crooked nose rests above thin, parched lips and a wickedly pointed chin can be seen underneath. His face is pock-marked and his once ivory skin has begun to slowly deteriorate, giving him the appearance of something resembling a walking corpse or perhaps a ghoul.