Nivian, a veteran gladiator, arrives once again in the Colosseum, entering slowly and willfully.  He has the smell of the Astral Sea on him, and has traded his youth for a more wizened outlook on the universe.  Sporting a very short, trimmed beard, graying temples, and the illustrious, hooded robes of the Priests of Nerull, Nivian makes his way to the pub to sit quietly and analyze the new and familiar faces alike.

In his eyes you can see a colder, more calculating evil than he brandished in the past, and there was something else - something that a cleric of Nerull would be expected to have - yes, this Nivian has seen death, and he has returned to spread it's treachery and wonder.

Under his indigo robes, you can make out a darkly colored, spiked breastplate, perhaps made of mithral.  His scythe is lost, instead he wields a glowing crossbow with a large bayonet.