The figure standing before you is cat-like, lithe, beautiful. His caramel-colored hair is tied back with a scarf, eyes lime-green, like eternal fires of chartreuse burning into the night. His smiles curves upwards, and you can make out two fangs. He wears skin-tight clothing, a velvet lined cloak is pulled around his slender frame even in the scorching jungle. We wears no shirt, so for a brief moment you can see he has nipple rings made of bone. A creature of sadism and pain, his skin has been artistically cut in places, otherwise his skin is perfect, flawless. From within his velvet coat he pulls out a pearl razor blade, you cant help but think that'd you not want to get in a van with him.