Shank, as he's come to be known, is a small, compact fellow.  He stands at a hand over five feet and is slightly built.  Shank prefers to blend in, to pass unnoticed.  To that end, he's quite a nondescript fellow.  His hair is dark brown and cropped a bit on the short side.  He doesn't wear a beard typically, but he's rarely clean shaven.  When among his fellows, Shank opts for brown home spun tunics and trousers, with a faded green vest and soft leather boots.  About his waist is a dark leather belt and lashed to his wrists are matching leather bracers extending from wrist to nearly the elbow, too supple to serve as protection they are more a personal affectation.

When about his business, he'll don his uniform, a close-fitting garment that covers him from head to toe.  It's an irregular blend of black and dark gray hues, helping him to blend into the background, particularly in back alleys and dark streets.