This human male bears a sturdy frame without appearing over-muscled, standing just over six feet in height and weighing roughly one hundred and eighty-five pounds.

He would seem to be well into his middle years, his eyes creased at the corners, dark circles beneath, his brows slightly downturned with a cunning and hardened disposition.

His skin is somewhat leathery in texture, his nose has clearly been broken a few times, he has a number of scars here and there. He does not seem to have any visible tattoos or piercings.

Social pleasantries tend to give him headaches, however, he can still carry on a conversation quite well when it suits him and, occasionally, he'll actually find himself having a good time, but, generally speaking, his interactions with others simply are there to serve some purpose or another.

He carries himself with the confident and almost lazy gait of a seasoned swordsman and (sometimes) speaks with the refined tongue of one who is, in some way or another, well-learned.

While many rogues throughout the isles have a tendency to be suave, cool, dashing and romanticized, this one... is not. If this man's criminality becomes evident, which he often hides, he is rather to the point. His moral compass is skewed and he has a rather charismatic (if not sociopathic) way of explaining his actions to make them seem rather sensible.