A bit above average height for a human, Ismark has sharp grey eyes. He stands no closer than is needed, and he speaks no louder than necessary. His blonde hair flutters around his shoulders, looking for all the world that he's standing on some lovely mountainside and not dredging around in this mangy and dirty place.

His smile is sad, but you've not yet seen a smile in this place without a touch of both sad and crazy. Ismark's particular crazy hasn't been revealed as of yet, but he seems to be in full control of his faculties and can, perhaps, lead you to the next step.