Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160318050706/@comment-25547106-20160325015216

"Well, things certainly have changed around here since I've been gone... I wonder what happened to the Abyssal Lords... They can't be too happy a lowly succubus usurped their thrones..." he mutters to himself, rubbing his metal chin. Now that he was facing them, it was easy to take in his features; his face was expressionless steel and iron, with the occasional patches of wood. His body was a composite plate of stone, steel, and iron; all supported by a wooden frame. His large, somewhat overhanging underbite was capped with broad, metal teeth, warped from ancient spells and arcane will. His iron brow was in a constant furrow, overhanging his crystalline eyes. "Well... I guess this means I don't have to worry about killin' anybody. That's a load off my back. Name's Sentinel. Good to meet you. And because I'm sure it's going to come up; yes, I've got the gear, no, I don't use it." he states, using his three-digited hand to knock on his groin, producing a metallic thumping.