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The Golden Tether

...Feasts...

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  • On the Surface

    • Name: Tethys Ravanik (Drömätare)
    • Age: 3749 (Appears Late Thirties - Early Fourties)
    • Race: Demon
    • Body type: Gaunt
    • Height: 7'4
    • Weight: 155lbs
    • Complexion: Obsidian colored flesh
    • Hair: English Violet, shoulder length
    • Eyes: Quadruple pupiless amethyst orbs
    • Handedness: Ambidextrous
    • Voice: Low, Gutteral (Voice Reference)
    • Scent: Extinguished Candle
    • Physical Afflictions: Marfan syndrome

  • Within

    • Demeanor: Withdrawn, Distant, Observant
    • Alignment: Neutral Evil
    • Mental Afflictions: Sociopath
    • Orientation: Demisexual
    • D/s: Sadomasochist Dominant
    • Status: Unattached
    • Magical Ability: Illusion, Psychic, Shadow
    • Nature: Dream Eater
    • Education: Formal, Psychology, Occult, Demonology
    • Mortal Occupation: Therapist

  • Stats

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  • Description

    Light recedes at his very step. The shadows cling to him like a wool sweater. The only thing to persistently pierce the thin veil cloaking his visage was the quadruple pupilless eye sockets of violaceous glowing hue. With large, menacing grin full of razor teeth, his face was framed by multiple horns, two curled back over his skull while another pair jutted out in the reverse direction along his lower jaw. His form was towering and gangly, standing 7'4", with hunched, lurching posture and abnormally long and spindly limbs. He was dressed in fine garments of midnight blue, accented with deeply tarnished gold trim. Upon his torso, a double breasted button jacket with fingerless gloves running up beneath the sleeves. Draped from his waist, tobi trousers, a baggy fit from the waist that tapered sharply past the knee. Below the cuff of his pants, clawed feet were left bare, talons clicking against the floor with each step, a grating scratch given with the occasional dragging step. Trailing behind him was a lengthy, whip-like tail, tipped with sharp bony spikes, capable of crude prehensile actions or agile strikes.