[b]Name:[/b] 
Aestus

[b]Gender:[/b] 
Male

[b]Appearance: [/b]
Aestus posses shockingly darker skin than most others of his kind, to the point of being black, a feature which he has always felt alienated for. This is made worse when his starlight-silver colored hair insists on drawing further attention by contrast, and his flawlessly pearl nails always appear as though they have meticulously cared for.

On the other hand, he can draw some comfort from his more "average" deeply brown eyes and his usual gangly limbs and extremities- a known penchant of goblinkind.

[b]Personality:[/b]
Aestus is a bit of a strange one. Other than his aforementioned odd looks, he has never truly understood the art of "feeling"- he is romantically and emotionally hollow. That is not to say that he does not comprehend sentiment at all, simply that it remains an elusive and hard-to-experience concept for him. Rather than feeling joy or happiness, he may just know a vague pleasure in it's place. So it's always been.

But this emotionless goblin is not psychopathic in his lacking. He will rarely form friendships or seek mates of any sort, but on those rare times he finds himself in a group, he is borderline selfless- seeming to prefer instead to work as a team and benefit the greater whole. He applies this standard of self-sacrifice and mutual gain both to himself and the others he may have the fortune (or misfortune) of working with. He gladly tells all who listen that a man must die for others, if the need arises in the slightest. 

But his tribe will likely put up with all this inexplicable strangeness for the seemingly mystical skills of his, which are only apparent when the moon rises in the sky. He serves well as a night-time scout, guard, hunter, or even warrior. None who have been asked can explain where or how this comes about, and the goblin in question doesn't even try. Aestus rarely ponders or considers the origin of his dark skill, he's just aware it is there.

[b]Past Life History:[/b]
He was a simple man with a simple name; Ted. Ted the caver, to be exact.
Delving and diving into dark, damp caves or canyons was the only sport that ever caught the attention of this semi-recluse. In his past life, he had a small group of friends and a wife, but no children nor desire for children to speak of.

He died at the age of forty-four, on his birthday. He was climbing his way through an unusually dark unexplored cave only a simple mile and a half from his home, when he fell. Ironically, the internal cliff he slipped from was not tall- only a few feet off the ground- be the way he slipped was brutal. He discovered the rock he tried to grasp was soaking wet too late, and landed directly on his neck, snapping it. He did not suffer long, at the least.

[b]Skill:[/b]
He is at home in the darkness: able to move, think, see, and react faster and better than he is in the dreaded daylight. This is not to a degree of supernatural ability, but it can undeniably prove useful.

Dark places are his ally.

[b]Other:[/b] 
Oh, please. Yamato Jesus wishes he was ME!