This tall, gaunt individual appears before you as a well-versed fighter. Nicks and scars hard-earned adorn his body like trophies, charting a map towards an unseen end. His conundrum isn't easily solved, however; most of his personage is usually obscured by a clothing. In it, he appears to be some form of white-collar révolutionnaire. The design is extravagant and sleek, the function giving way to form, and his style and choice in fine artisanship shows.

The man himself appears not as spectacular as he is unnerving. A blond hair arranged in a bowl cut covers his head; his eyes are distant and ever calm, and they pierce the soul. His mouth is often oddly shaped into a triangular grin.