Vexus is a handsome fey like male, standing around 5'9". His build is slender and his movements flow as if dancing to the tune of imaginary music. His hair is bright red, dyed using the pigments he once used while learning the art of Tailoring. His clothes are an outward expression of his soul and as such are bright and flamboyant. His body is covered in elaborate red and orange tattooe's, gained after one too many nights spent drinking and socialising in excess on the streets of Elysia. Recently he may be seen wearing white paint on his face with two deep red circles surrounding his eyes, and several new facial piercings.
One day, nearly a year past he attempted to open a portal to the plane of Ysgard, to search for the Lord of Magic, Andrinor. His methods were however flawed and instead of opening a portal to Ysgard he instead found himself thrown around the planes, never staying in one realm long enough to attempt a reversal of the ritual. After what seemed like an age he finally ended up in the city of Nutz, within Deglos.
The recent failure of his ritual and the proceeding ordeal has left his mind fragmented. Moments of insanity disperse his lucid thoughts and those who speak to him will find that sometimes he makes no sense at all. His memory has also been affected, places, names, situations; they have all been cracked and broken, seeping into eachother like pools of water, flooded but now receeding. For the most part he is polite but easily angered if confused (which happens quite often).
As his mother was a full blooded Nymph he displays certain characteristics of the Fey. Strong relationships and marriage mean nothing to him, he cares little for gold or hardwork and only claims a handful of possessions as his own.
He hates clothes but finds them a necessery evil, and so tries his best to wear the most stylish (in his mind) outfits he can find.
Vexus would like nothing more than to merge the plane of Limbo with the prime material plane. Waves of colour to flow through the sky, fantastic creatures of many shapes flying and swimming through the air and everyones minds open to the chaos that surrounds them. An era of expression and magical understanding. No Kings. No Governments. No Armies or War. Pure freedom of the mind and spirit.
There are however individuals who he remembers with some clarity. Victor, Lyse and Deostori from the days of the 'Elysian Nymph Patrol'. James, Le'On and Archibald from his time spent as a Mage of the Red Order. Char'Jer, Jethro and Shelly of Mikona and a strange girl named Marie. A sweet soul named Kima once also touched his heart.