Vexivile is a mild-mannered sergal with a stature that betrays his friendliness. Twelve feet of height is enough to make many do a double take, but he carries his size well. His physique is muscular and his build takes after his Northern descent, with a muscular neck, broad shoulders, large chest and long, well-toned digitigrade legs. Deep gray and snow white fur dominates him, with his white underbelly being covered in gray markings and patterns. His fur is very thick and soft, with long white curtains of it hanging from beneath his thighs, at his ankles, and a long mane of it from his forehead to the white tip of his long tail. This appendage is just shy of eight feet long, almost as long as him! A shark-like snout holds two rows of sharp, bludgeoning teeth in either direction. Silver eyes shine from the hooded sockets of his skull, and his lengthy ears tend to twitch and move with his ever-changing emotions.
Externally, all would appear relatively normal. His flesh is a soft gray shade and his tongue is forked, colored ink black. The sergal's anatomy inside is more than meets the eye, with two stomachs instead of one taking up the space under his ribcage. His first stomach is meant for storage and sedation of prey, with a hypnotic substance inside of it that leaves living beings under a powerful, euphoric influence; it sparkles and glows a bright lavender, very viscous and dense. It's hot, but breathable, and living organisms can stay inside of it for long periods of time without fear of danger. Of course, he needs a way to digest his food, so his second stomach serves as the 'death stomach', to put it simply. Slimy, unbearably hot, suffocating, a viscous lava-like substance that glows a firey reddish orange serves as his stomach acid, which can churn away just about anything within hours. The remainder of his digestive system appears normal from that point onward.
Put simply, Vexivile is a people person. He's well-practiced with socializing and enjoys meeting all kinds of new people. He makes an active effort to be as polite and charming as he can be, with patience that seems to almost be able to outlast time itself. Of course, everyone has a breaking point, but the sergal manages to keep his cool in even extremely strenuous situations. Though he's usually pretty insistent on staying on a crowd's good side, Vex has no quarrels with taking chances and flirting with interested parties. He's had enough experiences to know the good and the bad, and he takes it all in stride. He sees flings and sex as fun, and enjoys spending nights with a bottle and a stranger for a roll in the hay. He tries to enjoy life as it happens and let the rest of the worries of the world wait.
Vex comes from predator's blood, and occasionally deals with predatory instincts that rear up at random moments. He's good at keeping a tight handle on them, favoring his civility over ferality, but he's far from an angel. He's been known by some unfortunate souls to let himself go a little bit when the moment is right, when opportunity strikes. Some part of him enjoys the thrill of the hunt, and he can't deny it. He can only put it off for so long until it's too much to bear.
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Enjoying VictoriaBlack's company~.