The image he projects is that of an elf raised on the streets. His fluent command of Garamondi, spoken like a native, suggest precisely where he grew up. His fluid movements, discomfort when he has less than a full view of the room, and unease the more things are between him and his nearest exit suggest how he survived. The state of his clothing, which looks like it was gotten out of a well to do rubbish bin, suggest his skill set. His black hair, pointed ears, and copper skin indicate from where he was born.

Whether or not it is the entire story is up for debate. At opportune moments, trained ear will note his training in careful observer will note his fluent Horatian and his command of Classical Baahaub. Should one note his belongings, a box-like scanner and a curious ice-blue bag with purple rune work will appear at his waist. An alchemist might note that his skin and hair are too consistent to be a natural color, and that both have an odd shimmer to them that has been attempted to be dimmed. His ice blue eyes are a very unusual color.

What the real story is will hopefully never come out. At least, not if Ramses has anything to say about it.