The infamous Reshakazan Sardosa (A legend in his own lunchtime) is a tall, muscular Vesk whose scales vary from the burnished shade of old and well-polished brass to deep, dark green across his back. Gold eyes dangerously bright with optimism survey a world that he seems to expect to survive no matter how badly impaired his judgement is while his every (sober) motion is graceful, giving the impression of being well-considered, measured and perhaps a little over-careful in case he should break something or someone he didn't mean to.

His clothing can vary wildly from day to day depending upon location and the expected level of threat, from the eye-wateringly painful short-sleeved shirts that seem to contain colours not featuring in any human spectrum (which is in fact entirely the case) to the subdued tones of one or another uniform or an occasional dress suit of polished black - he's even been seen in flouncy white braided shirts with embroidered inlays and tall collars that would warm the heart of a swashbuckler, usually during one or another of his endless, ill-fated yet cheerful attempts to find someone or something interesting that will date him without reaching for a firearm at some point in the process.

When weapons, armour and the like are acquired he tends to lecture extensively on the principle that 'less is more', strapping on well-made heavy armour and a pair of combat gloves, before grinning and adding 'But a lot more is just dandy...' and picking up the biggest, shootiest thing he can carry - It is a source of no small irritation to him that he so rarely gets to enjoy any of them before events take their course and he's once again down to fighting alien monstrosities in a torn shirt & charred shorts, armed with a length of board with (if he's lucky) a nail in it... Although he usually manages to keep his hands on a really unfriendly-looking pair of gauntlets that the words 'The Force' engraved on the knuckles for some reason.