A think mane of blond hair plays over Darrin's features. His blue eyes have an odd hardness to them, as if the irises are cut from a blue jade. He wears the dress on an almost-wizard, no longer the gaudy garments of the novices in the Academy but not yet the simple elegant uniform of the true elites. Instead, a red cloak hangs above a gray shirt and finely cut black pants - tracing his subtly muscled limbs.