A pale and sickly being. He is a relatively tall man, though the crook in his posture withers his stature into a very unintimidating form. This is further impacted by a rather frail musculature, the sharp angle of bone appearing through gaps in his attire. A mess of dark, wispy hair lulls around his figure, the length of which descends well into his lower back, hiding the direct appearance of his deviated spine. A piercing beryl-like iris holds a deep stare, the counterpart bearing cataracts to such extent the eye has attained the likeness of a pearl. A glimpse of blackened teeth can be caught when he is seemingly uttering nothings into the breeze, the lips form belying no context for the silent syllables. His movements seem forced and uncouth, the motions of his breath, haggard.