Before you stands a product of the Barsburgian Empire. A hand of Achyon, born of its most infamous. The third son of the notorious Don, Alexei pyr Docro, and the cherished sun.. the late Donna, Natasha pyr Docro.
Within his oppressive presence, one may find him true to his dark and noble heritage; intimidating and visibly exuding an air of grace. Emerald crosshairs adorn a handsome pale visage, of which bears an uncanny resemblance to his great grandfather, the Docro Famiglia's progenitor, Walter pyr Docro. A dotted birthmark sits beneath fox-like eyes, with unnaturally sharp canines giving testament to partial kitsune descent.
Boasting an above six-foot stature, this broad-shouldered youth is often clad in all-black attire and leather gloves, much unlike what is frequently seen worn by the imperialistic militants of his city. Though a military cap sometimes sits atop silver locks, displaying him a soldier and mafioso alike.
Always of even temperament and showing careful vigilance. This Docro remains calculating and reserved, however equally charming and surprisingly charismatic. He carries himself with unbridled confidence and possesses a monstrous strength to accompany such.
The whispers of the rift guide this one, with a devastating blow to the heart leaving him with the ability to peer into others. To sense their hatred, their despair, and their paranoia. To perceive the darkness itself.
So he may walk it unfaltering, and with steady footing.
Within his oppressive presence, one may find him true to his dark and noble heritage; intimidating and visibly exuding an air of grace. Emerald crosshairs adorn a handsome pale visage, of which bears an uncanny resemblance to his great grandfather, the Docro Famiglia's progenitor, Walter pyr Docro. A dotted birthmark sits beneath fox-like eyes, with unnaturally sharp canines giving testament to partial kitsune descent.
Boasting an above six-foot stature, this broad-shouldered youth is often clad in all-black attire and leather gloves, much unlike what is frequently seen worn by the imperialistic militants of his city. Though a military cap sometimes sits atop silver locks, displaying him a soldier and mafioso alike.
Always of even temperament and showing careful vigilance. This Docro remains calculating and reserved, however equally charming and surprisingly charismatic. He carries himself with unbridled confidence and possesses a monstrous strength to accompany such.
The whispers of the rift guide this one, with a devastating blow to the heart leaving him with the ability to peer into others. To sense their hatred, their despair, and their paranoia. To perceive the darkness itself.
So he may walk it unfaltering, and with steady footing.
