Thick mist constantly surrunds his hooves. Rolling thick plumes with each step he takes. Rumour has it that the mist is there to hide him from those who are unfortunate enough to meet him. To protect them from the hideous face and hide. While others speak whispers about the black death and the plague that comes with him, born from a dragon and a horse. His head has dragon like features. From his snout with obvious sharp carnivous teeth. Black dead eyes look out at the world. The lifeless look never seems to leave. His ears are hidden by the cloak thats wrapped around his head and neck, forming a type of hood. This light blue/grey material wraps around the rest of his body, torn and tattered. It masks how broken and emaciated his body is. Taunt skin wrapped close to his ribcage, peaking out through the material that is wrapped around him. Jagged horns protrude from his face, starting at the middle and going up just a bit past his ears.

Personality

Sinister and cruel. The best two words to describe Dovahkiin. And to match he has a honest truthful blunt tongue, eager to slice through your emotions and watch the shudder in your eyes. He shows no mercy in his actions and his words. And the only kindness that may seep from him is a lie - its to manipulate you. He can be annimalistic in nature - a show of the battle he had from the starvation he endured but on most times you can have a conversastion with him. Mysteriousness and power seems to roll off of him from the way he presents himself as a wicked creature. He will promise things in return for favors but if he ever acts on his word? you will never know. It could be today, it could be tomorrow. It could be years from know. He only does as he sees fit and when it will favor him. Or if he wants to watch your life fall apart before your very own eyes.

History

He was eccentric. Yet dark, cruel, and showed no mercy. He didnt care much for his home or for others really. Except for Leala - the only figure he could place as a parent at the time. He was loyal to the darkness and loyal to his kin despite the apathetic feelings that tainted his veins. He struggled constantly with the idea of not caring and the ideal of being loyal. How could both exists? It was possible right? To have feelings about something but not care about most things right?

But then came a time where it felt like he had no control. Anger ran through his veins, deep like the blood that ran from his enemies. Dragonic like cries screamed from his maw as he obeyed his master. The annimalistic instincts were real. And if he would recover from it no one would know. But the biggest thing about Dovahkiin - the black death, was that he didnt need mind control to be controlled. He found ejoyment in bloodshed, in terror, in chaos. He had no feelings for the citizens of Edana. And he didnt care who was in the wrong and who was in the right when the realization started to spread amongst them.

Dovahkiin lives in the joy of his participation of the Great War - wearing the status of once being a Kings Wardog happily upon his chest if he could. Dovahkiin does what he wants, when he wants it still in the outlands. Thoughts of venturing into the rest of Edana floods his mind and for some reason, he feels trouble with the idea of actually going there. Was it fear of being attacked? no. Was it fear of being known what he is? no. What is it? He's not sure. Or maybe he just doesnt want to admit the fact that he actually has feelings. He's a mystery waiting to be unveiled.