Damoda

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• Vital Stats

  • Name: Damoda
  • Gender: Male
  • Nicknames: None. No one's yet dared to give him one.
  • Race: Draenei - Demon in continuities outside of the Warcraft universe.
  • Class: Death Knight - Organized Crime
  • Alignment: Chaotic Evil
  • Occupation: Officially: Undertaker. Unofficially: Hit man, whatever venue of organized crime currently has his fancy.
  • Deity: Death
  • Age: A couple thousand years, give or take a few hundred.
  • Body Type: Lean almost to the point of appearing skeletal.
  • Height: 8'7"
  • Weight: 220 pounds
  • Complexion: Pallid, ash-grey
  • Hair: Indigo, streaked with dull maroon
  • Eyes: Ice-blue, luminescent.
  • Handedness: Amidextrous, slightly favors right hand.
  • Scars: None visible. Discover through RP.
  • Relationship Status: Single.
  • Personality: Cold, sinister, sadistic and power-hungry.
  • Likes: Solitude, screams, the dead, his job, graveyards, blood, gore, subservience, fear.
  • Dislikes: Cheer, warm sunny days, children, losing prey.

• Description

  Fear. Panic. Sorrow. Paranoia. These are but four commonly felt sensations prone to settle upon the faint of heart or easily unsettled when this one is nearby.
  
  The man is remarkably thin, pallid skin stretched taut over what appears to be little more than bones and standing at an imposing height of eight feet, seven inches. His facial features, while gaunt, possess an incredible strength to them, cold stare intense and piercing, four prehensile tendrils adorning his chin.
  
  His skin is cooler to the touch than one would expect, though by no means deathly chill or icy. His hair is kept in a slicked, somber style, rings of silver rather than the traditional gold adorning tail and tendrils.
  
  The middle finger of each hand sport thick silver rings carrying abyssial black stones that radiate a dark foreboding, right hand often filled by the head of a shiny onyx cane of the same material. A demon's skull tops this cane, plated in silver and fitted with more of these gems in the empty eye sockets.
  
  His attire, coupled with his physical appearance, gives the impression that he works at a funeral parlor. A well pressed, sepulchral black tuxedo.