He looks human enough, especially at a distance. He's just shy of six feet in height, with a thin graceful frame almost more befitting a dancer than a warrior. His eyes are twin pools of gold, and if you look really close you can see they are slitted like a snake's. His long flowing hair is midnight black and lustrous, hanging past his shoulders. His skin is lightly tanned, almost with a golden tinge to it, and in the right light seems almost slightly reflective, like fine scales. He is pretty, and he knows it.

He wears a set of very fine noble's clothing, jewelry and even a signet ring. A brand-new set of studded leather is strapped on to his body. A rapier is sheathed on his right hip, while a shortsword is sheathed on his left. A well-made backpack rests on his back, though he looks like he wished someone else was carrying it. Strapped to the side is a light crossbow and a quiver on the other, almost set like he doesn't intend to use them - or maybe just hasn't realized it yet.