GENDER: Male
SPECIES: Human
HEIGHT: 5'11"
WEIGHT: 170 lbs
EYES: Red
HAIR: White

Bennet stands a gaunt and unimpressive 5'11", with a finely chisled musculature clearly bereft any body-fat what so ever. His face is all angles, with a sharply defined jaw, deep set eyes, and perfectly straight nose. His inhumanly pale skin, white hair, and pink-ish-red eyes are indicative of albinism... a trait which, surprisingly, seems to magnify his presence. There's something inexplicably fascinating about him, a magnetism of sorts perhaps.

His attire is an odd mix of utility and finery. Most notably, he wears a high collared leather overcoat (with a deftly tailored hood that conceals itself beneath the neckline when not in use). The leathers looks to be of the finest of doe-skins, tanned to a dark gray and trimmed in a lighter shade... but closer inspection reveals them to be as thick and durable as the most study of explorers coats. A silken cravat at his neck implies a tunic just as fine and stylish beneath, clearly a courtier or minor nobleman at the very least. Within the concealed interior of the coat, a thin leather bandolier stretches from belt to shoulder across his firm chest, three polished-bone-handled daggers sheathed along it's length. A thick belt holds his more critical belongings in place, it's pouches well protected by the overcoat. Suspended from that belt, and strapped securely to his leg is a weather-proofed leather pouch. It is roughly book-sized and shaped.

Gripped firmly in his left hand: A slender shaft of Darkwood, the gnarled length crafted into the shape of a fanciful (if functional) cane; It's top capped with a small globe of intricately engraved silver.

The pack on his back looks both worn, and mundane. A coiled rope and grapnel hangs suspended from one side, two water flasks from the other, and the bulge of a sleeping roll within all scream adventurer (in direct contrast to his finery, this is often times amended in after thought to Wandering-Noble or Merchant-Prince).