Standing at a modest height of 5'11, and bearing shoulders of average breadth, Etrigan is rigid of character though lax in physical flair.
Clad in darker robes with accents of gold and white, he travels without any headwear, instead opting to let his salmon pink locks of hair flow free. His face is clean-shaven, and his eyes - of a piercing shade of hazel - are quick to judge liars.
There is a quiet confidence to him, though it's tainted by the air of impatience he carries. It can be said that Etrigan has always lived his life on his own schedule.
This man speaks slowly, albeit often with a sharp tongue. Etrigan appears not above belittling those who he feels have done him, or those he cares for, a disservice.
Clad in darker robes with accents of gold and white, he travels without any headwear, instead opting to let his salmon pink locks of hair flow free. His face is clean-shaven, and his eyes - of a piercing shade of hazel - are quick to judge liars.
There is a quiet confidence to him, though it's tainted by the air of impatience he carries. It can be said that Etrigan has always lived his life on his own schedule.
This man speaks slowly, albeit often with a sharp tongue. Etrigan appears not above belittling those who he feels have done him, or those he cares for, a disservice.