Tall and broad-shouldered, he carries himself with the easy confidence of someone who has never quite belonged anywhere; and never cared to. His dark hair is perpetually tousled, his smile quick and knowing, the kind that promises trouble before it offers charm. There’s a sharpness in his eyes, a glint of mischief and hard-won experience, as though he’s seen the wrong side of the world and decided to profit from it rather than be broken by it. Well dressed but never pristine, he looks every inch the dashing ne’er-do-well: a rogue with style, scars hidden beneath wit, and a reputation that always arrives a moment before he does.