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05:39, 19th April 2024 (GMT+0)

Barab Vorvolakas

The man in front of you is marble made flesh. His features are cut and his brilliant green eyes stand out drastically from his pale skin. His coal black hair flows down just above his shoulders and his body is cut like the Adonis that his appearance defines.

To any trained to see nationality, Barab is of a barbarian people. Standing over seven feet tall with his boots on and built to fill a door-frame with a body thickly corded in strong muscle mass.

 - As of late his apperiance has gone under a rather drastic change. A odd cape seems to stick with him now, it cascades down his back starting with feathers, moving to a odd leather, to scales. Anyone who has seen him fly knows that this is really just him being clever about a triset of wings that is now attached to his back.

 - Stranger still is that when Barab is away from his sins he seems less and less 'there'. It is almost as if people are seeing him as they want to see him. When near his sins he seems more and more 'real'.

His presence is something even more drastic than his sculpted appearance. Being in the same room with him is like being in the same room with a dragon. He looks at women with the eye of a alpha male even though he has absolutely no idea he is doing it.

More over all undead feel as though one of their own is in the room but no more than a human walks upright with a hill giant. Though the human can often kill the giant, the comparison is clear. All undead can feel the presence of his mind as if he was saying their name in a crowded room. Clear as a bell but not something you would openly notice directly.

It is clear that his body is something of staggering power, but on close inspection his own power is a drop in the bucket in comparison. As the power of the man does not match the power in his body it is clear that such a body was altered to is current condition or inflicted on him.

His form is clad in deep reds, namely his robe that marks him as a mage. Under his robes he wears a vest and a thick belt that hold the tools of a smith, while thick cords wrap around his shoulders like a gladiators vestments but not of the right material.

The newest editions would be a number of red markings on his back in a fan. At current there are three runes. Lust, Greed, Envy.

As of late he has taken to wearing a wolf mask of wood so polished black to look obsidian.

Theme song for your listening pleasure: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwNTQO50bQE

A painting of Barab, hung at the kings court. Titled "The Time Lord"

A painting made of what is said to be Barabs real form, hung at the mages academy. Thought to be one of the oldest paintings in the academies collection. Titled "The blood lord goes to war"


A 100 year old hand print of Barab left in the academy of magic