Alias/Nicknames: The Red Beast, The Flayed Demon- And various other titles derived from his appearance
Age: Ancient
Hair Color: Red/Black
Eye Color: Pitch Black
Species: Primordial Demon Beast
Physical Specs: Althought the beast which slowly stalks across the rooftops carries a malnourished, skeletal appearance, looking like a weak, almost injured creature despite his intimidating size a quick application of force disproves this completely, the claws adorning his limbs easily sunken into thick plates of steel from pure physical might, although, this is all highly dependent on how worked up Rafar is, even if he wouldn't admit it, and rather attempt to play it off as if he was going easy, he's found that while tired and uninterested, he physically can't manage half of the power he can normally.
Magical Specs: Magic, is a complicated term, one could say his very existance was one closely mixed in with magic, a certain aura of magical dread surrounding him, although it would appear as Rafar never flings any spells the unnatural darkness following him closely like a choking miasma can be explained as nothing but magic
Known/Popularly Used Magic Spells:
Aura of Horror: Very much several old spells mixed together and imbued within Rafar, a black magical fog follows his very being, slowly oozing around the people around him, one might just call it "Mood lighting" but the mist itself adds to the primordial terror which Rafar inflicts, spurring on a beings oldest instinct, fear. The general thickness of this miasma is very much dependant on Rafar like his physical specs, if he's idly holding a conversation with a lesser being, then it would be barely noticeable, but if he's attacking a village, madly diving inbetween the streets killing, then it would be enough to restrict the vision of all those around him
Howl: Simple enough, a sundering roar, very commonly used by Rafar as a sign "For the hunt to start" although it's debatable wether it's a purely physical ability it's still easily presumed to be magic as the cry itself tests the mind of those too close, letting them experience the fear of being prey
History: Tales are commonplace in this world, there's countless legends and stories circulating the world, and few would consider the one of the Flayed Beast stalking towns as a particular interesting one. This is one of those, less detailed, "something killed a bunch of people!" sort of story, one which can't be appreciated, or detailed enough for anyone to take it upon themselves to deal with this, probably inexistant beast.
Rafar himself has been alive.. For a very long time, much to his own dismay, much to many other people's worries he was far more temperamental in his prime years, now, the annual slaughters of the Red Beast has decreased, his story slowly falling into fiction, which he very much prefers, having been a cruel mistake created at the time of the gods, one of the Demon Beasts terribly mutated by the god Vora's creative war against the Evil God, carrying a feisty hatred against the human creatures, one which commonly swells onto his own Demon Beasts, Rafar has spent his time slowly taking out his petty revenge upon the "perfected" races of the world.
Personality: Rafar is a bundle of anger, simple enough, he feels his existance to be a direct insult, and is completely set upon proving the world itself that it's wrong, at worse, it's when he throws a tantrum, wildy carving a bloody path throughout the nearest beings. Although, as of late, he's started to think of himself as old, old and scarred.
He's grown atleast less temperemental, and it's actually a rather good chance that he's willing to hold a casual conversation with someone, he feels tired, and is actively searching for something new, his ways doesn't work, nothing does! He searches for a way, something to release it all on, in a way it actually.... Contributes.