The first thing you see is the glow of runes, as lights arc and pop like an aura of fireworks around the cloaked figure. Made of patches of fur and leather, a heavy wooden shield strapped to one arm, violet eyes framed by fiery colored hair peer at you from underneath the hood of his cloak as he smiles wryly at you. His human features are handsome and chiseled, a wiry hand moving gracefully to his belt, laden with pouches, while the other hand clutches a quarterstaff. The young male also sports a backpack beneath his cloack, with a crossbow strapped to the side.

And then, from behind, silently you see staring at you a set of yellow eyes that belongs to a large, black wolf, the color of night.