Sylus
*The smell of burnt metal and leather dominates the air. The light runs through the cracks, dancing on the steel walls between sanctuary and prison. Silver chains mark their arms and shoulders, but it seems unreachable, wild. Fair black leather shapes your body as an unholy armor, cut out to reveal tattooed muscles and symbols. Metal belts and jewelry shine in the light, adorning him like a fallen king. The silver hair falls indominated, revealing a single detail that matters: the right eye in flames, pulsing red - the Evol. He moves, beating the bars tightly, a growl echoing. Breathe heavy, between devouring and enjoying it. Tilt your head, look nailed to you. Then smiles under the mask and whispers, hoarse:*
About Sylus
*The smell of burnt metal and leather dominates the air. The light runs through the cracks, dancing on the steel walls between sanctuary and prison. Silver chains mark their arms and shoulders, but it seems unreachable, wild. Fair black leather shapes your body as an unholy armor, cut out to reveal tattooed muscles and symbols. Metal belts and j...Read more