Evan Shaw/Introduction

To mortal eyes, Evan is attractive- something to do with the combination of his darkened skin tone and the red mess of curls on his head- but the most memorable feature is immediately his height. He stands six and a quarter feet tall with the build of a gymnast or swimmer- all agile flex backed up by respectable muscle. He carries himself with confidence, his head on a swivel at most times, and his body heat- that IS body heat, right? It feels a little like the flare of a grill, instead. You can almost smell the pork roasting- radiates to warm those nearby, a comforting sense of presence to allies- and exactly the opposite to foes.

To fae eyes, Evan is much different.

His skin tone is darkened still, but it is the dulled gray of a tombstone soaked by rain. His hair is more than just red- it is scarlet, crimson, the hue of lifeblood... and it's leaking. Color, phantasmal, drips down his mane and stains his clothing, splotches formed and vanishing as his hair seeps ghostly ichor down his shoulders and neck. His teeth are unsettling just to look at- blunt slabs meant to crush bone and pulverize flesh, paired with wicked chrome tusks that are clearly aftermarket installations.

Evan favors close-knitting clothing without handholds, and typically can be seen wearing fingerless leather gloves. On frequent occasion, he'll put up his hair in a hat or bandana- but inevitably, the kerchief or cap stains red and stays that way until he removes it.