His figure is tall and lean like that of a man who runs long distances often and does not overindulge upon pastries nor ale. His clothes fit snuggly and are in proper order, not a thread out of place. He has a full head of hair, black as obsidian, styled with a part down the right side and a broad swathe waved across towards the left. His skin is clean, nails polished, and teeth white (a fact illustrated whenever he grins smugly, which is often). Really the only thing that seems out of place on this man is his eyes. The left one, which appears to do all of the seeing, exhibits a blue iris but with a cloudy white film. The right eye has been completely torn out and in its place sits the empty, black hole that the savage enucleation left behind. Why the man chooses not to cover up his occular abyss with an eyepatch is unsettling. What is more unsettling is the fact that the right eyelid...... Never.. Blinks.