An onyx hewed man stands before you. His emerald green eyes stare intently out of a loose, black hood. His dark and grey mottled clothes fit tight in many places, but are loose where they need to be to allow for quick movement. A glint of metal can be seen coming from under his loose sleeves if one looks at just the right angle. His black hair is shorn tight to his skull and an almost deliciously mocking smile can be seen on his thin lips. His stride is furtive and he hugs corners and shadows when able.