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The Mask:

The Baron Fairweather is strikingly handsome. His dark, lustrous hair is always carefully styled, and his bronzed skin envelops chiseled features and a taut musculature. His teeth are almost shockingly white, though his eyeteeth are slightly more pronounced than usual, granting him a hungry, predatory appearance. He dresses exclusively in expensive suits, often with some small tells to his true nature, such as alligator-skin shoes or a tie tack that depicts a dragon or flame. His skin is flawless in appearance, if a bit too smooth to the touch. There's an airbrushed appeal to him, as if he stepped fully formed from the cover of Fortune magazine.

Fairweather always accents his appearance with bits of gold, whether a gold band on his finger, a gold earring or a simple pair of gold cufflinks. His lair, a high-rise apartment in Phoenix, is similarly though less tastefully appointed. Every facet of each piece of furniture or decor is gilded with gold or precious jewelry. The beautiful women he entices to join him at social affairs are mere jewels themselves, draped in layers of clothing, necklaces, rings and other finery.



The Mien:

Under the Mask, Fairweather is visibly a dangerous thing to cross. His skin becomes visible for its true nature, a hide of tiny scales of deep bronze. A pair of horns rise from the Baron's skull and his tongue is often, though not always, forked. He fights with a long dagger, as well as his elongated fangs and claws.

Fairweather is a creature of pure craving, and every aspect of his true form emphasizes this. His claws are designed for grasping prey as his fangs were crafted to rend flesh from bone. His eyes smolder with the intense hunger of flame, and a corona of fire occasionally envelops him. Those few who have harmed him significantly have reported that he is capable of manifesting as a pillar of flame or a leaping, diving serpent of fire.