The immediate area surrounding this tall, quiet figure seems a step darker than it should be. The man himself does not particularly seem to notice, or mind, perhaps leading one to believe the darkening is simply a trick of a mind.

He stands tall, almost always in concealing robes that leave little of his flesh exposed. His hands are swathed in crisp, white linen wrappings, thoroughly covering the manipulators. In bright daylight, a dark, hazy mist seems to rise out of the edges of these bandages before dissipating. His outft, in general, seems rather mundane - usually a loose robe tossed over what one can assume to be leathers by the soft sounds that emanate when he moves. That leathery noise, along with the rustling of equipment against equipment, are the only ones that issue forth from him at such times - not a single footstep can be heard.

Beneath his hood is an inky shade, so pure and solid in its blackness that even those with excellent or magically enhanced vision would have trouble making out more than two dull, baleful red orbs. The rest of his robe seems to move airily along with him, trailing loosely whenever it is given the opportunity. That is certainly not the result of his posture, however - a proud, noble stance, almost always reared up to his full six and a half feet of height.

When he speaks, it is almost invariably a quiet rasp, evoking images of a man eternally parched for water. His tone lacks malice to the same extent that it lacks joy, seeming to only span a neutral range of emotions. From the shadows, a dissonant mirror of each word would issue, quiet and distant, as if each shadow were another muttering patron of some shady inn. These whispers never match Grey's voice, nor even necessarily his gender, each nearby shadow having its own quiet voice. Focusing on any single whisper would make it quickly fade away, leading one to question if they truly heard it in the first place.

He seems empowered in the dark, or perhaps weakened in the light, though he does not seem to suffer outright physical discomfort when robed and exposed to the sun.

If he isn't in his robes? Well, what you see is what you get, for the most part.
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(I am extremely tell friendly. If you have any questions about Grey or my lights, or just want to chat, feel free to poke me! This is a quick and dirty description for him, which will no doubt be updated later. As far as lights go, ask - the reds are the very usual, no permadeath, no extreme gore, no scat, nothing that breaks the server rules. )