A human male in his thirties, of average height and wiry build, there are few towns in the world where Edward wouldn't fit. One thing about him that stands out is his right hand. The thumb seems to be too big until the rest of it are taken in. Index and middle finger, together with the part of the palm supporting them are gone. The cleft in the hand makes the remaining three fingers look like a grotesque joke on what a hand should be.

Dressed in quality, if bland, clothes he has a thin rapier and a knife sheathed on the right side of his belt, in easy reach of his left hand. Sturdy boots and the backpack he carries seem to be relatively new, as does the small iron shield strapped to the pack.

He walks with a sense of purpose, certain of what his next goal is. The grey eyes are focused on what is ahead of him, seeking new and interesting things. The short haircut and trimmed beard show preference for convince over style.