"My name is, SeethChliss, which translates into this language as BloodSport." He performs a slight bow, fist clenched and pressed over his heart. "of the Carnal Embrace mercenary guild in the Land of Adontialis."

A black clad man, sitting high upon a blood red stallion. He's a large man, but not huge as so many others, but tall none the less. Black chainmail laid over crimson gambson covering the breadth of his shoulders, adorned with a symbol of a bronze skull topped by a bloody rack of antlers.. leaving his legs in-cased in black plates, complete protection with ease of movement,.. impressive picture if one doesn't notice the broken links here and there or even the dents in the plating. Worn and well used longsword and crossbow are his only weapons in sight, if you don't count the rimmed edged shield strapped across his back with it's grim symbol of a bronze skull with antlers dripping blood. Shoulder length raven locks the ends strangely tipped with silver, two braids dangle from behind his right ear,. both marked by crimson ribbons.. catch the breeze shedding their shadows from his sharp harden features. Icy gray eyes framed by silvery gray lashes looked out from face normal enough for a human,.. Perhaps even vaguely handsome in a brutal way. Clean shaven showing off the sharp strong lines of his chin and cheeks.. adding to the coldness of his gaze..