Before you stands a pale young man with fine features dark hair, and glacial blue eyes. He is dressed in a dark leather half mantle. He wears stiff silk leggings belted and tight about his waist and gradually tapering until they reach his feet, the division between their seven pleats only subtly visible at that point. Other than his head the rest of his body (most prominently his hands, arms, chest, and feet) is covered by dull grey linen wrapping. Over his chest an asymmetric harness of leather straps and silver buckles provides ample room for his to secure the tools of his craft. Noxious green liquid in flasks and vials, dark stones with blood red runes, silver scalpels, needles, and an athame all hang within easy reach. Perhaps most iconic of all a twisted piece of blackened wood with a glowing blue blade the same shade as his eyes mark him as something far different from an agrarian harvester.