Slimy, unnerving, coniving, some fear him, most just dislike or hate him, but all do their best to stay away from him.


He wears clothing that might have once come close to being fine, but no more, just his wearing them seems to sully the garments, even if they are new. His eyes look at men with disdain, unless they can hurt him, and women are possessions to him, things to be had, gained and used till he is sated and then discarded.


Not sure yet where he came from, his presence seems to linger on even after he has left the room. Most just want him gone and care little about his past, whatever it might be.


Dark London Saintv812