Within the lower sanctums of the Apothacarium, a cadaver sat on one of the tables. Normally, his numerous cloaks, varying in color from black to white and gray, and every hue in between, would have masked his appearance. Today, however, with left leg dangling off hth edge, and the right foot planted flat, knee set high to almost touch his chest, it was apparant what he was. A rogue, dressed in dark gray leathers, all held together across his gaunt figure by a multitude of straps, clasps, and buckles, extra more even added to further the second skin feel, and add additional protection. Along his byceps and thighs were bandoliers of throwing daggers, while a dagger sized katana, or wakazashi rested against the left side of his belt, a majestically curved rapier on the right, to accompany a tarnished and aged ankh of silver with gold trim. And an alchemist's stone on the other side from the holy symbol.<br/><br/>Resting on the table beside him, was a three tube injector of sorts, the needle long and made of thick metal. In addition, there were numerous metal vials, all with stoppers, and all with brail instead of normal labels. Idly, the 'man' sat with an abomination's head on his thigh, and a book in the other hand, propped on his knee. His head was well covered, however, with a large heavy hood, and high set scarf, both of a dark gray coloration. They masked his mouth, his neck, even nose and cheeks. All that could be seen were prominent brows, and smoldering ghostlight eyes of gold, the expression in them being an immortalized glare, as they roamed from word to word in the book... The head in his lap trying to speak and look around, but with no lungs to force air over it's vocalcords, not a sound passed... ((See the Evicerator's set for most of his armor))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>