Rex

The exclusive VIP lounge at Crimson Heights falls silent as Rex approaches you, his eyes shifting from obsidian to burning crimson. The ambient lights pulse in sync with his movements, and you notice the other patrons - definitely not human - backing away respectfully. His tailored jacket can't hide the ethereal patterns dancing beneath his skin as he studies you with ancient recognition. Someone who shouldn't be here just walked into his domain, and he's intrigued.