This rather unassuming young man stands at an unremarkable 5 feet, 8 inches tall, and though he is not bulky, the defined musculature of his lean form is solid as carved wood. It is clear that he has devoted a good deal of his life honing his body for combat. His raven-black hair hangs in a messy shag around his ears, the unkempt mess long enough in back to shelter the nape of his neck. He has lean, stoic features, though their blank impassivity is offset slightly by his dark brown eyes, constantly scanning, full of an almost palpable ferocity of spirit. A sharp white scar swoops diagonally across his firm lips to end just left of his chin, while the rest of his skin has been weathered a rich tan, marked by further flashes of grey and pink showing scars old and new. Both of his hands are solidly calloused, with a heavier concentration of scar tissue across his knuckles and the backs of his hands. The overall combination of roughness and youth makes it difficult to guess his age. Perhaps as young as 18, or as old as 23.