"Who do you carry that torch for, my young man; do you believe in anything?
Or do you carry it around just to burn things down?"
- Brand New, 'The Archer's Bows Have Broken'

Strangely for residents of the isles of Sinfar, there was nothing that particularly stood out about this man's appearance - he did not have oddly coloured skin, his eyes were a plain blue, and his hair - while a bit long and messy, tied into various dreads and braids - wasn't made of nsakes or whatever else it would have to be to stand out in a place such as this.

Rather, what stood out was more his attitude, his general persona, the way he presented himself - an almost regal manner of speaking, yet mildly capricious and cocky. He was a man of both youth and age, in some manner - though he was visibly no older than your average twenty-five-year-old. (Whether or not he actually was that age, well, that was another matter entirely.)

What his intent for the land around him is is unknown - only known is his penchant for being around a particular armored figure, who seems to always stand silent.