Seldom does one meet a stranger as striking as Lucas. This foreigner appears at first glance a seasoned traveller. What's most notable about him would be a tall, gaunt individual, hidden behind a layer of cloth, a robe. Though mostly concealed, there are various pieces of traveling and miscellaneous equipment at his arms' reach. Not at all obsessed with scarves and dusters, that robe appears to have been tailored with expertise and care, decorated with many patterns and colors, it almost appears to tell a story - the story of the same wayward soul for which it serves as a second skin.

The jet black hair adorning his head has very little sheen to it, and although at first would appear almost spruced and tidy, it definitely could have seen better days. His eyes, though mostly concealed at the absence of light, are hazel green. If at all, they would appear somewhat telling; forlorn and filled with visions long-remembered. A wide-brimmed hat, perched on top of his head provides a relief from the would-be heat that comes from long travels.