A man in his mid-forties, with dark hair neatly swept back. He wears dark, well-maintained leather armor beneath a weathered coat. He appears practical rather than flowery or ostentatious.

While the leather armor and worn clothing hint at an expectation for violence, his demeanor is almost disarmingly pleasant. He speaks calmly, treating even hostile men with casual courtesy.

His eyes are sharp and observant, constantly darting about to assess his surroundings. That faint, easy smile is always present, giving him the air of a genial professional rather than a hardened criminal. The kind of smile that makes people underestimate him.

A smile that never quite reaches his eyes.