Mr. Right (formerly The Sheltering Right Hand of God) is a plain, nondescript middle aged man. He wears inexpensive suits, but neither shabby nor impressive ones. His only ornamentation is an old wristwatch. Walking through the crowds of Chicago, he is neither hurried nor languid. He takes exactly the amount of time he intends to. His grey hair doesn't seem to bother him, and his eyes are always focused outward.