TaoZen

Tall and thin, just enough of both to be noticeable yet not so much of either as to make one wonder if there is something wrong with him..his hair black and kept very short, so short in fact that the contour of his skull can be made out..Eyes both bright and deep, almost an ice blue, these running in the family and thankfully not overly sensitive to light.

when going about his day, his clothes are simple, loose and comfortable yet always so clean they seem to have been freshly laundered, his feet clad in sandals that remind most that see them of the hippies of the '60s..yet to him they are of a year much earlier..

and always, there is the ever present case, in his hand or by his side..looking for all the world like a very expensive and overly large instrument case, and that is as he wants everyone to think...

Inside tho, is another story..

The sword that was a gift from his Master..and from his Master before him..and the clothes that befit such a gift..Quilted cotton jacket and pants, with a light shirt simply to absorb the sweat of combat, shoes simple and thin..covering the foot yet still letting him feel the ground beneath..his style one of centuries ago..and a land far away. and staying with simplicity of his wardrobe, a black hood, secured at the neck, eye holes and a simple opening for his mouth..