self-image.
Pravus is a fairly short individual, registering just under six feet. Despite his lack of height, he manages a commanding presence. His eyes are an intense shade of cobalt blue, accented by bronze mascara, and his hair, pure white, is kept short and neat, with a few strands gathered into a gold-cuffed braid. His skin is pale and smooth, lips thin and lined by black, his hands free of calluses with nimble fingers and trimmed nails. Overall, his frame is slender, leanly muscled from his daily training. When held, the impression is given that he is easily broken. His most distinguishable feature is the golden eye upon his forehead, though it is often obscured by bangs.
In terms of attire, Pravus favors a crisp, decorated military uniform with a fancy collar. He wears polished jackboots, leather gloves, and is rarely seen without his whip and sword latched onto his belt. The weapons are more for show and fear-mongering than anything else; Pravus prefers to use his fire to dole out punishments. Pravus values his appearance and considers it very important. Many of his soldiers have been severely disciplined for even the most minor offense against hygiene.
Pravus is a confident young man who finds little fault with himself. Still, emotionally he is quite immature, and thus very sensitive to being picked on. As far as sexuality goes, Pravus is an absolute pansexual. Neither age nor gender factors into the attraction equation for him - he is just as likely to sleep with an older male as he is a younger female. Pravus is pretty shameless when it comes to sexual acts and can be convinced into trying just about anything once. He sees sex as a healthy outlet for frustrations and an easy way to achieve his goals. Comparatively, Pravus has no interest in romance or a long-term relationship of any kind. He is strictly a one-night stand sort of person.
While Pravus tends to act effeminately, he still identifies as male.