Alright, here we go. I smell a truckload of hate mail coming in.
And for poops and snickers, here's his description:
He is a resilient Atavian vampire with short platinum-blonde hair which points out, away from his
head in messy, though groomed, 2-inch spikes. The hair is shined, catching even the lowest light and
magnifying it in golden reflections off of each strand. His eyes consist of two silver irises which
seem to flow and swirl about, as though his irises contained liquid silver itself. The whites of
his eyes are a healthy white, no veins are evident on their surfaces and they have a healthy sheen
to it, no slight dullness or hint of yellow to suggest any activities unsuited for public display.
His skin is an unnatural white, as pale as freshly-fallen snow and soft, stretching smoothly over
his bones and what little muscle he appears to have. He stands at five feet, five inches tall and
appears to weigh about 110 pounds, small not only for a man his age, but for his race as well,
though his large wings semi-compensated for his small stature. At eight feet each, his wings could
easily lift him into the air, being much more muscular than the rest of his body. The feathers on
his wings are pristine white and are shined and smoothed down against the meat of his wing,
excluding one singular flight feather on the right wing, which sticks out at an awkward angle to the
flesh. The feather is about a foot long and appears to have simply grown out of the flesh at an
awkward angle, flipping outwards instead of lying flat against the wing.