A man of many contradictions.

When you look at this here fellow what you'd find is a human man that is, for all intents and purposes, extraordinary in any way. Sure, he's got a good build. Lean and muscled like that of a boxer. And there is the untamed lengths of wild auburn hair that falls where it pleases. Not to mention the devil may care grin, or the scruffy stubble of a man too lazy to shave more than every few days. More oft than not he'd got a cigarette dangling from his mouth, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, and either a flask or a book in his free hand.

His attire is usually simple. He doesn't seem the sort for fancy items or articles. Generally speaking he's got a calm, quiet voice. Though it is gruff, prematurely aged by drinking and smoking.

Is he a fighter? A mercenary? A scholar? An utter bastard?

All depends on the day.