[Quick Overview]
Name: Alan 'That Damn Scoundrel' Vrook
Race: Human
Age: 32
Hair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Green, with golden tinges.
Build: Toned, like a Gymnast.
Temperement: Friendly, charismatic, and 'Looking for Trouble'

[Detail]
The man before you looks like he has been through alot. His eyes look to be scanning for something, constantly, even when he is in the middle of conversation. If he spots you looking at him, he would do a quick up and down of you, trying to assess how much of a threat you  could possibly be.

For his physical appearence, it is... Rather plain. He could be said to be attractive, but not in the most conventional sense. His face is rugged, with loose stubble, and a face that looks like it has taken many punches in his day. His eyes are Green, like a forest that has seen a good year of rain, with perfect triangular spikes of gold surrounding his retina. [If you are particularly observent, you would notice these gold spikes rotate slowly]. His teeth are straight, and whitened, making his smile that of a dashing scoundrel. His jawline is strong, and pronounced, and if he cleaned up a bit, could almost be described as... Noble.

His build is wiry, but tough. Numerous impact wounds, and scars cover his body. However, these injuries don't seem to slow him down at  all, as his hands lay idly by his side, as if ready  to grab his pistol at a moments notice.

If seen unclothed, his musculature is not impressive, but it is certainly toned, as one would expect of someone who had seen many days of battle.