Sir Adrian had been stripped from armor and his weapons upon arrest when he was dragged off barracks, quick trial and sentence and send with airship along with some other prisoners. He was in private cell as he was VIP prisoner, a emperor's son no less. However after the crash he wakes up with torn satin underwear on him, underwear which was designed to hug well on his figure and reveal his long and good girted thick manhood. Also manacles in his hands and feet, he feels the leather mouth peace over his mouth which worked as gag. He pulls it off with his chained hands and slowly rises up, looking around are there other survivors in the beach besides him. Standing in six foot height with well muscled and toned body with dark bronze colored skin. His white hair flowing down to shoulders and his golden iris eyes looking around. One side of his face covered in infernal runic tattoos which pledge eternal loyalty to Asmodeus, lord of nine Hells.<br/><br/>He then hears loud curse and sees a woman struggling with her bindings on the ground. He approaches her and asks; "Need hand there on those ropes?"