[b]Alexandrian Contact[/b]
The Supreme's head bowed in recognition of his decision, and gloved hands appeared from the robe's two arm-sleeves, reaching up with long, muscled fingers. Slowly, they slipped the hood back, revealing the face of a truly unusual sight. As the Supreme slipped out of his robe, and handed it to his Draconian guard [Who handed it to the Spider, who ate it silently], it became apparent of why he might want to hide his body.

Covered in a light, flowing, glittering material, which the Supreme would have named as "Spun Titanium," with no sleeves, and a pair of pants of the same material. HIs skin was nonexistant; the Supreme's body was all muscle, and little fat or flesh. The skin literally was not there; the muscle, while normally red, had become like tanned leather, and as the Supreme moved to take off a mask from his face, it became known why they kept a mask as well. Deep, sinister red eyes seemed to infinitely glare outwards, and a nose similar to a snout and a beak at the same time, with a flat end, and the muscle-skin hardened around the mouth into canines the size of a very large animal, larger than a bear's. The fangs on the upper half of his mouth hung over the lower half of his jaw, and when he spoke, it was perfect speech, not at all disrupted by his mouth shape or tongue. 

The Supreme clasped his gloveless, clawed hands in front of him, and raised one, slightly rugged ridge above his eyes that took the place of eyebrows, he asked, in a voice that is now raspy and, again, almost sinister, [i]"Satisfied, Descendent of Alexander?"[/i]

Inside, of course, the Supreme was going to start howling with laughter if the Alexandrian was startled from the sudden change.