Derrick Tramsen may once have fairly average, but now he is a haunted spectre of a man, both more and less than he was before. He stands just over six feet tall, with an athletic build that favors lean muscle over sheer size--although Derrick is both more agile and much stronger than appearance might suggest. His coarse chestnut hair hangs to his shoulders, and stubble or a short beard are usually etched across his jaw. Most striking, though, is the horrific scarring upon his face: a pattern that looks almost like a skeletal handprint, stretched from jaw to brow as though some terrible monstrosity imprinted its grip on his skin. Although one finger of the hand crosses his eye, the orb is undamaged. The eyes appear to have black irises, making the pupils look disturbingly large.
Although outwardly Derrick appears to be human, there are subtle clues to his demonic taint. The black eyes are one, along with a more obvious, but often unnoticed, feature: the man never casts a shadow. Both of these features may be linked somehow to his mystical abilities, for when Derrick summons a shadowy echo of himself, his eyes empty to milky white orbs with no coloration at all.
Of course, Derrick's personality does him no favors in trying to win friends, either. Before his change, he was passably friendly, but he's only become less personable since then. At best he tends toward an offputting demeanor, characterized by gallows humor and ill-advised attempts at what would liberally be called displays of compassion. At worse times, he's brooding, dour, and grimly driven, slow to trust or seek out friends. Still, he values the allies he can make, and once he's thrown his lot in with someone, he'll stand by their side through thick and thin.
Derrick Tramsen
Derrick's sword
Derrick's axe
