The aberration before you is hauntingly humanoid in stature, standing over six feet in height. Attention is immediately drawn to the creature's writhing tentacles that do little to obscure a lamprey shaped maw. Three pairs of tentacles move in a languid hypnotic motion seemingly independant from any direct movements this Illithid makes. A sharply ridged forehead is separated from its maw by two milky white orbs where human eyes would normally be. While this creature bares no visible instruments of battle, the macabre nature of its appendages suggest an innate ability to defend itself at will. Elongated digits adorn each of its hands, well versed at tracing arcane runes despite the obvious lack of index fingers. Whichever race this mind flayer once possessed is no longer identifiable. The magenta hue of its skin reflects ambient light by a thin layer of moist mucus wherever its clothing is lacking. While its armaments are characteristically that of a mage, there appears to be no common theme to their origin, instead taken from whatever prey has fallen victim to its psionic prowess. An uneasy sense of erosion eats away at the edge of your consciousness the longer you ascertain the being in front of you.