Calvin


A pale man in arcane robes stands before you. Pride and power eminate from him in nearly visible waves. An aura of complete control, undeniable authority and unquestionable confidence surrounds him, radiating, felt by all who come into contact with him. Eyes dark and penetrating, they do not see so much as know. Emaculate blonde hair falls to just below the shoulders. Long velvet robes of crimson and purple, hemmed in gold flow over the whole of his body obscuring any distinguishing features of his person. A thick belt, wrought in silver draws the robes close about his waist, leading you to believe he is rather thin. Silver links of mail, pieced together with infinite care and craftsmanship, rise up the whole of his torso in graduating thickness and attach to shoulder plates wrought in silver that seems to course with fire. The shoulder plates seem to be in the form of wings, each individual feather hammered masterfully, and bound with sorcery to fire give it a nearly living essence.