Here you see a man. There is a quietude about him. It is almost as though he is contemplating something, yet, you cannot tell what. Training has hardened his body and this is readily apparent in the subtle bulges of his arms. Small scars dot his hands, evidence of a life in a world of violence. Upon his countenance you see calm determination. His eyes are a blue, almost so light to be grey. His mouth hardly moves as he slowly breathes. Oddly, his nose has a jagged scar across its bridge, a remainder of an injury long healed. An odd stillness envelops him. Each motion he makes is rigid and precise. No wasted energy, this man strives to embody the Balance.