Wild black hair, cut roughly short now and attempts made to tame it.  Sharp, pale features.  He carries himself straight and tall.  He works hard to seem respectable.  Learning to be kind and watch out for people.  The wild outlaw boy is still there, but getting better every day.  He wears the mish-mash of cobbled together armor common to wasters the West over. But more care is taken of it now, cleaned and mended whenever he can manage it.  At his hip hangs a machete with a new, carefully carved wooden hilt, more like a sword hilt, with a circular steel handguard.