He is a wise Azudim of Atavian heritage and stands tall at six and a half feet. Long, midnight black hair falls straight over his shoulders, bangs often sweeping low over the right half of his face. Clear, gray eyes look out from his stern brow. Equally stern, his lips are often framed in a slight frown. He bears a chiseled jaw, devoid of any facial hair, and a strong chin. Reflecting the effort of achieving this form, he bears broad shoulders, a deep chest and an exquisitely chiseled musculature. His skin is ashen and blemish free, save for over his right shoulder. Set upon his back is a pair of large draconic wings, fit with long claws that extend from their elbow. White scaring mars his left shoulder and bleeds up onto the wing. Fit to match his wings, his forearms transition from silken skin to midnight black, dragon-like scales, and his hands look more like those belonging to a humanoid of the kind. Long claws tip his fingers, razor sharp and black as midnight. Seemingly carved into the flesh of his right cheek is the shape of a large, runic fang, dark and foreboding. Shadows writhe and swirl within the borders of the mark, fighting to escape.

           (hanging from his breast pocket) : an entwined venantium locket
                     (hanging from his hip) : a secure brass keyring
                 (protruding from his back) : a pair of draconic wings
                          (around the neck) : a fancy tie of white rose-patterned brocade
                 (Knotted around the wrist) : a yellow and green braided leather bracelet
                       (covering the torso) : a crisp white dress shirt
                         (worn on the feet) : a pair of black leather dress shoes
                           (over the torso) : a tailed black coat with white rose lapels
                         (worn on the legs) : black pants with white rose brocade piping
               (tucked behind his left ear) : a white rose
                   (dangling from his neck) : an onyx, teardrop necklace
             (secured to his breast pocket) : a twilight blue rose



Wild, bright-orange flames lick around the entire form of this obsidian chaos hound, each reflecting against the glassy skin of the beast. It stands roughly two feet from the ground at the shoulders, both broad with legs that end with paws that turn inwards slightly. A bulky head, almost oversized for its body, rests just ahead of the shoulders and is at an even level with them  making it appear to have nearly no neck at all. Lava drips from its maw from time to time like saliva from a wild dog, hissing against any surface that it lands upon. It is called 'Ilan.'
An obsidian chaos hound looks weak and feeble.
It can only be worn in the following location: shoulder.
It is loyal to Conservator Aros Riahl, the White Rose.