A man is here, cloaked in shadows like a well-worn cloak. He is by no means tall in stature and has a thick, burly build. Short black hair glistening with oil and perfumes and has been slicked back across his head which in turn further accentuates his widows peak. In stark contrast to his midnight black hair, his skin is alabaster white and no sign of age or disease or wound mars its perfection. Wide-set dark eyes stare blindingly forward from behind a large, broad nose and his squared jaw is clean cut. His arms and shoulders are knotted with muscle which are evenly matched by his barrel-shaped chest and thick, squat legs. In a blink the shadows darken around him and he disappears completely.