The man before you stands out from the crown with curiously blue eyes the color of sapphires glittering in the sunlight. A dark mess of raven black curly hair flows down along his shoulders, framing a face that is young though not without a bit of salting from the sea breeze. A mischievous glint seems to dance in those eyes as they trace over you and one side of his lips slips upwards in an amused look as though he knows something you don't.

He dresses simply, but not without panache, as small bits of jewelry gleam hanging from his neck or adorning his fingers with assorted rings. His belt buckle too is an eye catcher, of simple steel but with intensely ornate markings and strange swirls that make one want to look closer. He carries a few bags on him that jingle with coin and a simple dagger is strapped to his thigh, close enough to be grabbed in a hurry.

He is surprisingly tattoo free, but seems to always favor wearing leather arm bracers in even the most intimate of times, and those that might get a peak at his right forearm would find a simple letter "P" with a circle around it branded into his flesh.