The Lair
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Heavy W.I.P.
Beastly appearance helped along rumors that he was not entirely human. Mohawk swept back and gathered at nape, the mass falling down his back like a spill of blood. Right side of face and torso were tattoos resembling stylized flames, extending over his shoulder and down right arm, tongues of flame licking across the back of his hand. the tattoo began to diminish as it extended towards his hip, only a few flames teasing towards his derriere and upper thigh. He bore quite a few piercings, the most obvious being those gracing his face. Three barbells parallel across the bridge of his nose, a half circle through his septum, three bars across left eye and three studs in his left cheek making a line from the pair of rings in his lip to the thoroughly tricked out ear.
Right ear bore only a single ornament, a thick ring in the lobe matching the one on the left.
Left arm bore three parallel scars, though from intention or encounter he was never truly clear. Five bars of diminishing size were stacked along his ribcage, just below his left breast. Across right leg, above the knee, were three more parallel scars, again unclear if they were made on purpose or not, though the series of regularly spaced marks about his right wrist were obviously meant to resemble a fine chain bracelet, accompanied by equally fine tattooing adding little interesting accents here and there.
His true name was not often given, keeping his personal life private and sharing it with very few people. What the world tends to see is a bad attitude and a twisted (sick?) sense of humor. He can be downright nasty on a whim, cold to advances and sadistic in his retaliation. That had not changed with his new status, except he was more careful in his responses, often close-mouthed and stubborn rather than sarcastic and snappy. Pain had never been a great motivator, he didn't seem to feel it as others did, multiple piercings, tattoos and scarification spoke to his tolerance, perhaps even delight, in pain, and opponents often found out the hard way that only serious injuries slowed him down. Despite the collar, he was not someone to be taken lightly, no fawning slave keen to please.
Originally advertising himself as a tattooist and piercer, he would join traveling entertainers as a professional strong-man when he wished to travel, which was also a good way to get out of town if things got a little hot for him.
Few, if any, had gotten close enough to the man to see anything other than his chill disinterest, enough had earned his interest to regret trying.
He could usually be seen wearing a mesh tank, black trousers and black leather boots, the newest addition that ridiculously gaudy golden collar that marked him Tether property.
