Jet black hair worn in short, messy spikes tops this young mans head, the black so deep it takes on an almost blue sheen in certain light. His face is angular with a pair of pale blue eyes set beneath his pale forehead and above a flat, slightly-too-large nose. His lips are pale, and they seem to twist ever so slightly upward at all times in a smile that is more kind than mischievous. His jaw line is obscured by a neatly trimmed beard, the dark black of it a stark contrast to his skin tone. His arms and legs are averagely muscular, save for his left leg, which is twisted a bit, and deeply scarred, the muscle of his calf more or less destroyed by a series of long, ugly scars that start just above the knee and end near his ankle. He would be considered average in terms of attractiveness, neither hideous nor beautiful.
He wears a dark green button-up shirt with a pale grey cardigan over it, the cardigan often left loosely open. On his legs are a pair of black slacks today, the material hanging loosely over the left leg The slacks are held up by a black leather belt, and end at a pair of nice looking leather shoes, laced tightly onto his feet. In addition, he has a black wooden cane with a crooked end that he uses to get around, the lower end capped in iron to protect it from wear.