Standing before you is a man of above average height, around six feet tall. His stance is guarded, standing slightly on his heels with his shoulders leaning forward. He looks around, gazing beyond opposing stares as if looking past your own gaze. Jet black hair sits cropped just above the shoulders, a small tattoo of a cross pokes through his hair at the back of his neck. He keeps rubbing a mark under his left wrist. A nervous tick that seems to absorb him when he's not crusading, or fighting to rid the world of the darkness which permeates it.