Average height for a human, his grey eyes peer out from you from underneath a cloaked hood the color of the night sky before a storm, emblazoned with skeletal dragons. He smiles at you cooly, friendly, his handsome face betraying a quiet confidence not common on one with such young features.

In one black-gloved hand he grasps a shortened rod, that he idly toys with one ringed hand that he seems to use as a cane. His other gloved hand also bears a ring, and his headband glitters on his forehead, the red black beading a sharp contrast to the color of his hooded robes. His belt has many pouches, and is gray, and he wears well-made black bracers which are covered slightly by his fine, black gloves.

Even his boots seem in excellent condition.

The man has no visible scars, as if he's never taken so much as a wound from battle.