Description
His form is light, but muscular. Short, black hair adorns his head, cut in a buzz-cut. His eyes are a light brown, the colour of amber.
His skin is tanned somewhat, but not completely, due to often being in forests where canopies hold the mass majority of the light, and where the dim sunlight seeps through, he tends to stay away from, preferring places where he's better-hidden.
Personality
A quiet one, Raphael tends to only speak when spoken to. He has a curious lack of morals, such as that he often plays assassin when need arises.
Unlike many hunters, who often become bloodthirsty at the scent of prey, Raphael does not throw himself blindly to the whims of fate in attempts to finish his assigned job at any cost. At nearly all times, even in the hunt, he's calm and collected.
Equipment
He wears light clothing; a woolen cape-with-hood, dyed a deep black to fit the forests he prefers his assignments to be in, and a loose-fitting black silken shirt. Linen black pants, somewhat stained with what seems to be blood, and a pair of leather boots, are his garments under the torso.
A quiver holding not only iron-tipped arrows but also wooden, needle-sharp darts goes around his shoulder, with a secret compartment for holding his bow.
So begins...
The expanse of the void was endless, and he just wanted a beer, anything good and strong, and it didnt just matrialise out of nothing. So how to get out of the endless expanse of a rather beautiful endless flower meadow was actually rather nice. It was not often he got to really just wander a flower meadow, and as beautiful as it was, there had to be a door or a window or something.
Finally finding what looked like a door frame, with no visible door per sei, he tried going through it, like it was a opening in a fence, and promptly smacked into a door panel with a hard thud. The dragon saw he couldnt fit through the door but it was infact a door. Dust was on the ground among the beautiful flowers but he felt he should not disturb the dust, it was after all possible that someone had distributed family ashes there. And just being there made the dragon shift form to his human asize and get to his knees, bowing three times towards a nearby small pile of void dust before getting to his feet.
Turning back to the door frame he found the4 handle. But something made him halt. Where there others looking for the door that he had just found ?
Kragum stopped in his tracks as Fesna's wail reached him, a chill brushing over his skin. He picked up the pace, and this time it was Kragum's turn to go in for a hug.