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Description
He stands at 6'4". Thin and lithe, his skin is death pale, stretched over sharp features. His face is thin, her eyes a soulless black, with no glimmer of emotion other than pure hatred and sadistic glee when he tortures a victim. One could classify his eyes as insane. His lips are thin. In a way, he is quite handsome, in a most terrifying and horrifying way.

Personality
Sick, twisted, he would torture an infant, keep it alive with a painful spell, and torture it some more. All to get Briena into the open. His hatred knows no boundaries. Before Briena killed him in his first life, he began to attempt to kill his own mother at age eight. He is ruthless.
Equipment
Poisoned blades, a longsword, slender bladed.
Mhorvanjus
He entered the Tavern, his black eyes hard and insane. The way the tall, inky black haired and pale skinned man moved was an enthralling thing to watch. The soles of the blood red knee high buck hide boots, etched with black vines and leaves, made no noise upon the wood floor as he stalked across the room, stalking like a horrifying wraith of a rabid wolf, intent upon killing. He looked around at the room, and a chilling grin slid over his thin, heartless lips. She was nearby. His prey. She would pay. He would kill Briena Erani Skysong, and laugh as he did.
Smirking, Mhorvanjus Blacksoul stalked away into the night. He would wait.
Mhorvanjus sneered at the woman who was staring at him. "What? You want it? One moment... I may just play with you next." With that... He snapped the baby's neck, slashing it's throat with a flick of his hand. Scarlet blood spurted from the arteries the motion had severed. He tossed the corpse at the woman with a loud cackle of glee. Then he rose to his feet in an unnervingly graceful, singular move.
Mhorvanjus smirked and then slunk out of the Tavern, mainly because the player is terrified by using him.