You see a tall and muscled lion morph adorned with jewelry of a tribal nature. His body is evenly covered in a short layer of soft golden fur that is shiny and lustrous and looks almost white in bright light. His muscles can easily be distinguished, their well formed shape showing through his thin coat. White lines of scar tissue replace his fur here and there, sliced into his chest and the back of his thighs, rump, and lower back. He has a dark brown mane which surrounds his head with wispy spikes, much coarser and ragged than the fine fur coating the rest of his body, and blackened towards the ends as if singed, the same fur extending in a tuft at the end of his tail.
Of all the trinkets hanging here and there from his body the piece of jewelry that first calls to your attention is a finely crafted anklet composed of silver bells, strung together on a metal chain with a serpentine clasp, slung around his right ankle. Though it generally jingles softly with every move he makes, at times he moves with complete silence, somehow managing to leave the bells undisturbed. Tied to his other ankle, in contrast to the elegance of the bells, is a handful of vertebrae from small animals, tied together with a series of intricate knots by a leather thong. It gives off a primal feeling and seems to have been made in some traditional tribal fashion. On his left hand he wears an unadorned yet elegant silver band around his ring finger. It’s twin on his right hand is a richly designed ring of white gold, inscribed with a flourish of intricate runes and polished to a soft shine. Three black pearls hang delicately from his left nipple, dark colors swirling over their shimmering surfaces. A thin collar of flattened silver sits tight around his neck, beautifully engraved with a forest motif. The front of the collar bears a silver setting in which a thumbnail-sized jade cabochon rests, catching the light and holding onto it, gleaming with an air of power. In addition to the jewelry, he wears a silken sash slung around his waist, colored a dark midnight blue and tied to cover him and serve as a loincloth. He also carries a leather backpack across his shoulders, a worn and ragged thing, seemingly sown together with strips of leather from animal pelts.
He looks through a pair of intelligent dark blue eyes, marred by faint black streaks circling the outer edge of the iris. His expression is one of Peace, his eyes half closed and his black lips turned up in a faint smile underneath his black nose. His movements are small and humble, however his gaze holds unwavering confidence, and his powerful and imposing figure radiates strength. His voice is something between a snarl and a whisper, and he speaks his words slowly and carefully.