Xanthus

His flesh is the colour of a long-dead skeleton, bleached to pure whiteness
by the unforgiving sun. Hair silvered with age flow past arched eyebrows and
continues to slanted, pale gray eyes that gleam within the emotionless face. A
slight nose curves to thin smirking lips, which conceal fangs that have been filed
to perfect points. The hair falls past slanted ears, pointed chin, and long neck,
to where his shoulders join. A burning pitch stone has been set in a golden necklace
that rests upon his jutting adams apple. His smooth chest is displayed by a half-
opened crimson robe, which is embroidered with gold thread. A foul looking rune has
been branded upon both breast; they almost appear to writhe when you stare to them
too long. In the exact middle of his chest a malignant cruciform pulsates and gives
an eerie glow. Slender, bone coloured hands make subtle movements as you watch. A
murky pentagram is inscribed on the palm of the right hand, oozing unnaturally
underneath the flesh. The crimson robe hangs to his kneecaps, where a pair of tight,
black leather breeches runs down to blackened troll hide boots.