Probably not much more than a handful of years older than you, this handsome man has a stubbled jaw, shaggy dark-blond hair, and stunning violet eyes. His dimpled grin oozes a charming sort of mischief, one that gives him a roguish air.

Obviously no stranger to hard work, he is broad of shoulder and well-built, with a number of small scars here and there on his exposed arms—the incidental sort that come from labor around sharp tools or in dangerous environments. Random bits of him are always smeared with a black, greasy-looking substance, especially his low-cut shirt that's comprised mostly of two shoulder straps to hold up the rest. A tool belt full of unfamiliar implements hangs low on his hips, above sleek, thigh-high metal boots that look like some kind of leg armor. Parts of these are bright and polished, while others are scuffed and worn, as though he's recently replaced some sections and not yet gotten around to fixing others.