Smooth, mostly hairless browned flesh envelops the man's body. The hard defined ridges of his muscularity pop out, as if chiseled by some master stone mason. Strands of his longer, dark-as-night locks dangle with carelessness. His eyes, perhaps a cozy brown, defile that nature with a cocky, almost provocative stare.  

What he may lack in pure brute strength is easily made up for with sleight of hand and fleet of foot. Indeed his movements are indicative of a body at it's prime, physical peak. A poised stance is always evident, ready to fight or flee.

His tone, obvious to mark his Calishite descent, matches that cocky stare quite well. His words are generally swift and to the point. But don't let his physical image fool you, lest you judge a book by it's cover. An arcane gifted hand guides that sword-arm, a fact he likes to keep hidden from his foes until it's too late.

Quick to anger, slow to forgive, cross him and it might be your final trek. Yet if friendship is acquired, hearty trust and undying loyalty will be awarded.

His recent arrival to the islands was perhaps largely unnoticed, not baring any sort of nobility or title for himself. That's okay, considering his questionable past and lofty ambitions. Luskan being his last place of residence, it's anyone's guess exactly what those ambitions are.