Azarius Nakshrata

SHATTERED REALMZ

Lightening flashed in multiple successions as Dagon Zarot walked up the pathway towards a dilapidated manor, that his great-grandfather insisted he explore, to claim the rest of the inheritance. Light rain started to fall from the sky as the rumble of thunder from the earlier flashes began to reverberate through the air. A man of 31 scrawny with pale skin shivered as his dark black hair started to hang just over his misty blue eyes, Dagon was not a handsome man but something about him was not quite unattractive either. Even though he was frail looking he was tough as he led a rough life always being picked on, teased, and bullied; there was a tautness to his musculature. As the darkness was broken by the flashes from the storm it somehow enhanced his stature. He was by no means strong, but he was enduring and could take a beating.