Like a talk hawk, Reign's build is long, lean, and efficient. A hooked strigine nose peaks out over thin lips. The sides of his face are sharp enough to cut through the confusion that comes with meeting eyes like golden diamonds. His skin seems to catch every drip of illumination with its dravite shine, and his thick eyebrows are shaped by small downy feathers. At his neck is both a set of goggles and a silver chain that competes with the glow of his own skin.

Reign's heavenly heritage is subdued beneath a fuligin wide brim hat. A braid of raven-black feathery locs spill down the back of a duster colored like a tiger's eye gem. Dark brown armor and leather chaps cover a black caftan and burgundy pantaloons, and the black bandoleer is adorned with silver clasps.

A strange weapon, strapped across his back, seems ancient, old, gold filigree chipped and worn down like an elder's bones. There are stranger markings still across the shortest parts, where the small orb rests 'beneath' the smooth-bored tube. Other than the dagger on the bandoleer, this seems to be the only defense Reign wields. Despite its obvious age...it looks reliable.

Musket: https://www.collectorsfirearms.com/682171/japanese-tanegashima-matchlock-musket-j439.jpg