Quazeph Chronamance

* Some guy who is what he is from mind to mind *

A friendly presence handsomely greets you with a relaxed wave and a grin that invites playful humor. The quaint glint in his rather bizarre looking eyes foreshadows his outlandish manner and demeanor. His visage is that of a jackass as he screws up what bit of attractiveness he has from time to time to makedramatic expressions and quirking brows that rise to high and all that. The loose fitted clothing worn over his lanky body isn't anything one would ever consider exquisite looking. You don't notice any particular items that would give away a profession or anything for that matter. He appears to be from a middle classed socioeconomical background just from the way he shuffles around seemingly without a care, but he could pass as a failed jester that wanders the streets as a commoner... somehow. If you speak with him he articulates in a throaty humming voice that sounds rather confident, but also betrays his mellow body language and gestures for his words are rather energetic and excitable at times... especially when he is joking around. Everything was ambiguous about that character though for some reason. Something was almost ominous about him despite his harmless appearance. The wave of his hand sent a brief image of a sharp claws and that gleam in his dark eyes (that almost seemed to drain the light around them...) subtly hinted at a conniving or calculating brain. And his hair was extremely greasy! Perhaps it was nothing and only a little something about him that was masked, but you suspect that it would be difficult to unveil him. Maybe it's just the frikkin weather.