His face is weather and tanned, with short brown hair, the gray starting to show through. His green eyes seem almost too bright, like they have an artificial light source pushing out through them. A shaggy unkept beard streaked with gray hangs forlornly off his chin. There's a brief shift, and your eyes feel like they're crawling, trying to adjust. His face is smooth, blonde shaggy hair lies swept back to the sides, resting against his shoulders. His blue eyes are warm and inviting, with a hint of mischief to them. Wings, like that of a dragon are tucked behind his back, formed of blue scales and ghostly white, leathery membranes. There's a unsettling blur, and he's become hard to focus upon. Feathered wings, like that of a giant bird of prey, rest against his shoulders, brownish-red with touches of white through them. His frame is broad and muscled, with golden bronze skin. A gray fog leaks into the air, obscuring your sight. Thin, hunched over shoulders hold up a decrepit frame, with shaky withered hands wrought with infirmity, hanging off stick-like arms. There's a loud popping noise, and the being before you has skin like that of a mirror, your own reflection staring back at you from a million facets of its body.