The man in question sat in a location not to unsimilar from Primus' own. A dense heat that could sear the eyes to blindness hung in the air, a nose burning scent of sulfur drifting about the wind. Molten rock gurgled and bubbles and the skies were painted a deep crimson, allowing clouds of black soot to glide through them.
The man didn't share Primus' crimson hair, but he did share his crimson eyes. His hair was, instead… non existent. Though, this didn't seem to be by necessity, but was either the result of a purposeful action or maybe an accident.
Either way, this man's hair was growing back at a slow pace but was deeply shaven. It looked more like a shadow than a head of hair, but it seemed to suit the man quite well.
What was a bit odd about this man's appearance, though, was that he had blade scars running across both of his eyes, giving him a sinister look that hindered some of his handsomeness. And yet, he didn't seem to be blind at all.
