Six foot even in height looking like a horned, magma para-elemental, he moves with a fluid grace that is borderline terrifying and seductive. The ice blue eyes peer out from rings of obsidian black scales.

These scales grow over most of the exposed body though at the joints brilliant red shines through.

Black, oily smoke trails off any significant movement he makes. His clothes are plain and made for utility. Soft browns and greens looking carefully hand stitched. If they were on someone else they would seem, comfy. Little takes the edge off this visage. Even a warm and friendly voice often feels like devil about to offer a deal that you might just want to take.