Wizard - Description

Heartless ... emotionless he sits slyly devising the ultimate plot. Motionless, he is so still that it is like he is having a portrait worth millions, of himself. Blankly, staring at you it is almost brain damaging to look at him partially. Who would know who he was, who would know what he is thinking, who would know what sentenced him to his eternal slumber. Bulging out, his face looks like a two year old had sculpted his flat thin face. Jet black, he wears a scratched robe that would of in it's day would of been a multi million dollar masterpiece that would of been used for eternities of assassinations judging by the soaked blood. Propped up, his piece of what looks like a wand lies beside him, with a half burnt hat that slightly rises until... it's ashs of the rest lay on the bottom of the chair.