Standing before you is a silent shadowy figure. Short bright white hair glistens in the moons light. Pale whitish pink eyes gaze into the night. Lips full and plush quiver from the rush. Nostrils flaring nose thin doesn't reflect what's within. A medium frame with tanned skin and long limbs. His eyes may be pale yet bright perhaps some form of inner sight, but don't get blinded in the light we all can get taken by the blight.