Of those in your near proximity, not many might stand out as much as Gerard. Towering to the impressive height of 6''3, and clad in heavy armor, he would have a hard time seeing others without a cordial head craning. He appraises those that come and go with mulled restraint. Wherever he goes, his very scent lingers; an aromatic affair between lilac and cold sweat.

His body, albeit typically appears obscured behind a metallic carapace, is almost perfect, like a chiseled jewel. The ripped muscles, almost mountainous in their description, carry the sheen of natural nights back at the occasional observer.  Only the uncanny scar and bruise reduce from his otherwise flawless definition. His face is somewhat shrouded behind an unkempt mass of platinum-blonde hair, although what's revealed is quite appealing. His eyes are two lustrous pearls of ultramarine, piercing their mark when his stare is focused.