Sypher Whiteraven
The man before you carries himself like a cat ready to spring into action at a moment's notice.  He likely even lands on his feet more often than not.  His brown hair is long and wavy, not quite shoulder length.  He has two days of growth on his face.  All this highlights some startling grey eyes that are almost silver with a hint of indigo.

His body is slender covered in dark grey, loose fitting clothes from neck to toe with finger-less gloves on each hand.  On his back is a crested katana with a white bird in the hilt.  The sheath is of fine craftsmanship, white bearing a lion and a lamb lying down together in peace.

He smiles from time to time, but it is a reserved expression, that of a person who is always in control.