Agains a blazing sunset that turns the sea behind him to gold, a man draped in shadow faces the audiance, gleaming crystalline sword sword raised over his head. His left arm is low at his side, and his left hand grasps a knife made of black lightning. Behidn the shadows, there is the sugestion of a smile. His wings are made from the night, and stars gleam within them- made by mixing glitter into the paint- and the bones of them shine like molten silver. One wing curves down over his swordarm. The other is fanned out and up behind and beside him. His name is Ryan, and the gleaming water comes up to his waist. This character is also the subject of my other work, Master of the Ivory Hunt. This image is an appearance he has chosen; the other apperance is a better representation of what he truly is. He is very good, very fierce, and very kind. He is also posessed of a quick sense of humor, easily amused, and fond of theatrics. No one can deter him from his Duty when he is on buisness- however fond of them he is, his errands come first. This is the form he uses to fight vampires. He really hates vampires. And spiders.