The man, if he can be called that, before you is on the tall side, standing at six feet in height, but rail-thin, sickly gaunt with ribs showing, frail of body. His skin is so pale as to be colorless, white. His hair is shades of colorless grey and white, hanging long and straight past his shoulders, but not evenly cut, like it's been growing wild for a long time. His eyes are a pale sickly yellow color, one of the only "bright spots" of color on him.

He wears a set of dark common clothes that appear to be centuries out of date. He has armor that looks like it's been repaired several times, and some of the places covered would have been killing blows. He carries a very well-made longsword with a gleaming ruby on the bottom of the hilt. A pair of goggles housing dark crystal lenses for the 'eyes' rest on his forehead. A mummified bird claw hangs from a leather cord around his neck, along with another necklace that looks like a holy symbol, a raven's head, in profile, facing left. In his left ear is a silver teardrop earring.