"Taurus" is a young man with a slightly nordic look, and a powerful build. He usually wears outrageously cheap clothing you would expect a general laborer would wear - cheap durable clothing in dark, dingy greys. He's very much not flash. He does have a good set of athletic shoes with good traction, and he has chemskin to accentuate or conceal his scars (depending on his mood) and obviously tweaked perfect hair.

His expression is usually quizzical, which on someone as big as him, sometimes comes off like he's sizing you up. Someone who got to know him might realize that this was frequently because a lot of Night City customs and dress confused the hell out of him.

His speech patterns are very formal sounding, particularly when they come from a huge guy in crappy looking workclothes.

An observant person would notice that his walk is a little odd, kind of an odd crouch with his weight on the back of his feet, a sort of perpetual crouch as though a foot sweep or the ground might become unlevel, and that a few of his items (the waterproof phone and backpack for instance) indicated a nautical background.

He carries no visible weaponry.

Reputation: Taurus has been in a few fights for cash and done some bouncing locally, and handled himself well. He's new to the city of dreams, but he has some old solo contacts who have put in that he's new but trustworthy (someone really tuned in would know it's an old retired solo named Case).

Some Notes
Doesn't use the standard Night City slang. His voice and word choices tend to be a bit educated. He has realized that he doesn't sound like a local, and so he tries not to speak more than necessary.

His musical tastes can be kind of embarrassing for a solo: he likes laser pop and euro-synth, particularly bands that were popular about 15 years ago, which is the last time he had to update his music files.