Gale cuts an impressive figure, from a distance, with his centaur's body seemlessly melding humanoid and equine features alike. His frame though doesn't exactly exude strength but agility. His deep blue eyes, reminiscent of the azure skies, hold a spark of curiosity and determination. Jet-black hair cascades down his human half, often tousled from the wind that accompanies him wherever he roams, and its in a constant cycle of growth and trimming, far to rapid for any mundane individual. In fact, for anyone who pays close attention for more than a minute or so they might notice tiny shocks of apparent lightning leaping from the ends of his hair before leaving behind new growth in the burnt ozone's aftermath. Fractions of any measurement but still... Gale moves with his every step echoing the rhythm of freedom that pulses through his veins while his eyes and senses remain ever alert to those who would hamper that freedom.