corruptedgenes has emerged from the Outrealm Gate
Morgan had seen a great number of unusual faces enter her lands from the Outrealm Gate, but this one by far both alarmed and conflicted her the most. It was painfully obvious he wasn't human - or perhaps he was, and was merely wearing gratuitous amounts of body paint. But that didn't explain his jaundiced eyes, unless he was gravely ill.
...Truthfully, both reasons felt horridly forced, as if trying to deny the reality that stood before her.
The Outrealmer was distinctly male in appearance, both in face and build; his scent was so foreign to her that the ravenette couldn't even begin to make heads nor tails of it. His (she was going to venture on this pronoun, given his physical gender) skin was ashen and grey - the source of her discomfort, for the only other creature Morgan knew of with such a complexion were Risen, and those were hardly what the girl would call 'safe'. His yellowed sclera was the only thing that had stopped the petite tactician from launching an Arcthunder at him the moment she'd laid eyes on him. Well, that and the pair of... growths on his head. They were a curiosity in and of themselves, looking almost like stubby, rounded horns with their position, their bright gradient hue stark against his mop of ebon locks. His clothing was simple in both cut and colour: a black shirt with a strange grey symbol on his chest, and grey pants.
Morgan took a moment to scrutinize the symbol. It looked like a rune of some sort, or perhaps a letter in his mother language. She most certainly did not recognize it, which left it incredibly open to interpretation until the person who donned it shed any elucidation upon it.
"...Hello?" Tentative, echoing the uncertainty she felt. How was she supposed to react to a creature as bizarre as him? "Stranger, what brings you to Ylisse? What manner of being might you be? Ashen skin and jaundiced eyes are novelties in this land."