A lean figure wrapped in dark clothes. A thin mouth added to the sharpness of his features, broken only by the shaggy mop of dark hair that topped his head. He didn't move so much as he skulked, sliding from shadow to shadow in the manner of a man who preferred to remain unobserved. His whole body looked to be tightly corded muscle, compacted and ready to release like a spring. It spoke of some sort of imminent violence, always ready to be unleashed. Sharp and unforgiving like the edge of a knife.