This robed figure belongs to an adult male, it seems. Not a male in a most outstanding physical condition, he nevertheless moves forward with the grace and poise of a cocksure expert.

His face has the expression of winning and self-assurance. An overfamiliar smile exclusive to those who look down on others but attempt to hide that is plastered heavily on his face. His green eyes are perhaps greener than his mileage of experience, and his dark hair is without the white of stress that a true man tested in life would acquire.

His blue robes are somewhere on the spectrum between gauche and ostentatious; a practitioner of the arcane, he peacocks his vocation and advertises his capabilities with a bittersweet touch of overestimation. Several fancy scrolls hinting of overcomplicated designs lie rolled up in his pockets, and brand-new apparatuses hang loosely by his coat-tails with no uses chalked.