His face is deeply tanned with crow's feet starting to form at the corner of each of his ash gray eyes. Black hair with streaks of gray at the temples is kept short and swept back in a modest fashion. A well-kept goatee which tapers off to a point forms around crimson lips that when parted reveal perfectly white teeth. His stature is average to say the least, perhaps a bit more on the wiry side of things. His hands are soft, the fingers long and the nails manicured. A cloak of raven feathers encompasses most of his body: sheltering him, protecting him from the elements. His face blurs, and becomes that of an decrepit old man. Jagged crevasses line his face like old leather. A rapid shaking of his head and his face turns into a youthful boy, his eyes gleaming and his mouth splayed wide in a stupid grin. A final shifting and once again he resembles the middle-aged man you once beheld before. With a shrugging of his shoulders, the cloak of raven feathers unfurls into a set of bat-like wings, the thin supple membrane appearing almost transparent as if it was all an illusion.