To describe him in a word, otherworldly might suffice. Standing at just over 18hh and covered in thick mattes of black feathers, he might be mistaken for a rather large bird upon ones first sighting. His ears are long, narrow and pointed. While the vast mass of his body is black, his face is starkly white to a near deathly pale degree. His eyes might be assumed to be miniature suns as they are yellow, have no pupil and give off the radiating waves that look much like heat on a summer day. His tail is much like his neck, void of any equine like hair. Instead, there is a rather plump tuft of feathers sitting primly over his large hindquarters. Each fetlock is donned with a sharp and flexible talon much like one might find on a bird of prey. He has a rather large set of wings that practically blend into the thick set of feathers along his back. When spread to full mass they are straightened to the tips much like a vulture, rather than rounded or curved like most pegasus wings.

Firstly, there is something that is a part of his genetic makeup and just as well molds his personality. While it has not been determined what it is, there is a shadow of existence that is not entirely his own within his mind and perhaps even his soul. It is not vocal, but it has been known to channel great waves of destructive desires and violence into Ostere. It is perhaps the greatest explanation for his personality and affects him on a daily basis. In the most literal sense, Ostere believes there is a duty in all to play their part in the grand scheme of life. While he is not the most open, vocal or welcoming of creatures, he still has designs on the world that he wishes to see played out. He is not egotistical and certainly not vain. That is not to say that he has many redeeming qualities. His vices far out-weight his virtues and one would certainly be quite mistaken to take him for a friend. His kindness almost always expects something in return and he is not often without motive. There is something about him that screams immovable and implacable. When his mind is set it is usually not a question as to whether the path he is set on can be changed. Whether he succeeds in his quests or fails miserably, is and entirely different story. He is probably more prone to seek out strife and exploit others wants or needs to his own gain. Usually the benefit is not mutual, but he has been known to think of others on the rare occasion or two.

Ostere does not know much of his parents. From the moment he was weaned from his mother, he was effectively sent away. Perhaps his mother feared the darkness that always hovered just beneath the surface. Or did his father think it wouldn't be long before his son challenged his position within their clutch? In any case, he was left in the woods one cold night. Despite being young, he found it hard to fear the solitude. He enjoyed the silence. As long as there was silence the creature that slunk in the recesses of his mind was silent. There was something to be said for being leaderless with no rules. He was truly free to explore the depths of his fledgling depravity and the vices that seemed to call to him like a second skin that required donning. While he couldn't say his life held much purpose, his aimless path of destruction had carved his way to these new lands. With the trials of solitude behind him, he seemed quite prepared and even buoyed by the idea of committing himself and his lesser qualities to marking these lands with his name. He had lived for so long wondering just what could come of his total control, that he found himself totally enraptured at the very thought of mixing and mingling with what were sure to be new tales of destruction ripe for the making.

No magic.

No items.

No companion.