Before you stands an avatar of greed and opulence, his figure clad from head to toe in gold armor and black silks. His face is hidden behind a death masque, gilded and grim that reveals only eyes - eyes that should not make their home on any human face - their whites as dark as the midnight sky between the twinkling stars, and their lenses like golden doors opening into a realm filled with naught but avarice and pain.
Unmasked the man reveals himself to be somewhat handsome, yet the rest of his body is as twisted by the influence of the Occult as his gaze. Sickly pale skin like that of a corpse is shot through with veins as black as night, barely disguised by the Vanirhallan Tattoos that indicate he worships, or once worshipped the great Dragon of Greed, Garljing. His face is all too often pulled into a twisted grin that would look at home on the devil himself, and his hair is a deep ruby red - a stark contrast to his flesh, like fresh blood on snow.
He carries himself with a regal demeanor, as if wherever he walks the land belongs to him - yet there is a constant aura of something *wrong* about him - like one day he might become the sort of monster that devours the world and all it's riches and wealth.
Unmasked the man reveals himself to be somewhat handsome, yet the rest of his body is as twisted by the influence of the Occult as his gaze. Sickly pale skin like that of a corpse is shot through with veins as black as night, barely disguised by the Vanirhallan Tattoos that indicate he worships, or once worshipped the great Dragon of Greed, Garljing. His face is all too often pulled into a twisted grin that would look at home on the devil himself, and his hair is a deep ruby red - a stark contrast to his flesh, like fresh blood on snow.
He carries himself with a regal demeanor, as if wherever he walks the land belongs to him - yet there is a constant aura of something *wrong* about him - like one day he might become the sort of monster that devours the world and all it's riches and wealth.