Evandor has pale skin with not a single scar on his entire body despite his violent nature, Ebon eyes devoid of any compattion and thin lips that seem to be permanently etched in a sneer of distaste unless he is upon the battlefield. His hair is as black as night and everything looks simply to perfect to be natural. Two brass horns portrude from his skull a vicious curve to them that are a sign of how deadly they are.

He is tall. Unnaturally tall like the size of a house and his exceedingly long legs make him even taller. His manhood is a literal bulge in his armor and is rumored to have a sentience of its own though his brutal abuse of those he lies with leaves little people alive to question. On his back a pair of massive leather wings sit adding to his massive bulk. His hands sport vicious looking talons that are as lethal as the weapons wielded by the former dark elf.

He is clad in a massive suit of chaos armor a dark red thats almost black with vicious spikes and brass runes all over dedicating all his foes to the blood god and a mark of Khorne sits proudly on his chest.  Many weapons hang from his belt and on his back. A finely crafted shield and sword most likely the most interesting next to his repeater crossbow. Actually he is carrying so many weapons its hard to understand he has not already fallen over.



There is little left to the imagination. This demon is an engine of destruction and he truly does not care whose blood he spills.

Who is Evandor

Evandor von Hag Greaf was no more then a common punk on the streets of his home. A thug with no future ahead of him. Pissing of the wrong person found him expelled from his home and wandering the wasted with his Cold one. He joined a small group of champions and where he was mostly interested in killing for no other reason then murdering alone he soon learned that praying to KHaine was not a thing benefitting him and his glorious future. Evandor became a worshipper of Khorne but did not shy away from the worship of Slaanesh either. And over a long time both gods gifted him with their blessings. It was not untill he met Grimwold and bought the Red Nails he led into his service in the city of Emerald he became more then a mindless killer. In time Evandor was blessed by many gifts and eventually became a demon of Khorne shedding the mortal coil and becomming a warlord in his own right having guided Oskarrs army to victory in his absence. Evandor loves to rut and seems not really to bother he is now as big as a house and goes through slaves like a teenager goes through a box of tissues. After his recent exploits to the city of Hag Graef to find his father he slaughtered nearly 4000 dark elves on his own and his friend Ferrax murdered even more before the duo was driven off. It was a feat so impressive a small group of Witch Elves left the city to worship this machine of destruction and hence the Maidens of Blood where born.