Bix, as he is known to his friends, bares no striking features.  In most ways he is unremarkable.  Standing roughly six foot, he walks with the gait of a man both mindful and weary of his surroundings at all times.  He is well kempt, even though at times due to travel, he would appear rather dusty.  To speak with him, he would not come across as overly vain, but would seem to have a certain arrogance about him.  The streets of the city have left him with a rather cold dispostion to most he meets now.

Traffic Lights:   Most situations are a "come as they may" notion..