Name: Or’udel

Occupation: I do things. Important things.

Actual Age/Apparent Age: Old.

Gender: Male-ish

Sexuality: Does it fulfill a need?

Race/Species: I usually live, does that count?

Appearance: The first thing noticed when Or’udel walks into a room is...nothing. Not unless he wants you to know he’s there. Which is hardly ever. Instead, he is the shadow whispering thoughts to an ear of those willing to listen, a quiet unease located just out of sight.

Quite often, those that do notice him regret it. The impossibly bright golden eyes glisten from a dark face. As the eyes lift, they notice the sharp horns protruding from his forehead, one of which has the tip broken off almost halfway down. A taut body follows, though often is glanced over by the sheer strength of the black wings often just noticeable in the shadows.

Personality: What makes you think one such as I would play such a silly game as giving myself away in a...description? If I must….

I am the deepest part of the darkest night. The whisperer of tales one believes to be true. The alterer of reality until one is no longer sure where the line between truth and story lies. Some call me a monster, a wraith, the flames come to life. A Demon. And yet I remain, as ever…

A mystery to most.

Abilities/Skills:
Stealth: What appears safe isn’t always.

Speed: How fast does darkness come?

Mind-Bender: Let me whisper my tales into your ear, and give you a reality none other can have.

           Dream-Walker: I can’t really be blamed for the images your own mind creates, can I?

Strength: Or do I merely make one think I am stronger?