Clad in the clothes typical to those of Lower Coruscant and of perhaps less reputable professions, and the all-temperature cloak can hide practically anything beneath its hem, Rhayn looks a shady character at the best. His dark, nearly raven-black hair is braided in to a single queue and the amber eyes give a hint of high perceptiveness. He moves with little sound, every step looking like it had been planned a while ago.