A young man, in his mid-twenties, with an air of much wonderment and curiousity. His dark, dark eyes possess an allure of knowledge and of secrets, of midnight talks by candlelight, and the conspiring whispers of passion and philosophy.

He stands at fair height of six feet, and whilst his shoulders may be of a broad nature, his stature is slim and unimposing. His countenance, chiselled, often displays a friendly curl of his lips. His hair is long and tangled, curvy and unruly, and though he does try to manage it, more than one bang oft falls before his eyes, brushing along the shadow of his jawline.

He carries himself simply, with an inquisitive air. He seems wizened, critical, yet, clings to an unfound optimism. Generally, you might spy him with a book, carrying a book, or speaking of a book. He usually has a satchel at his side- and since his loves for what is written is obvious after a few moments, one might only guess what he carries with him always.