With mud-brown eyes and mud-brown hair, this scrawny young man is nothing special to look at. Standing at less than five feet tall, he is a shrimp, adding to his already youthful appearance. He is unnervingly thin as well, and with his chest bared, the outlines of his ribs and sternum and plainly visible. His skin is fairly light, but darkened somewhat by a layer of dirt and grime - particularly the bottoms of his bare feet, which are almost black with accumulated filth.

His hair is as messy as a rat's nest, and cut very short, likely to compensate for its unruliness, though it makes little difference. Apart from a few scars, his face is rather ordinary, though his features are softer than those of most men, and he seems to lack facial hair entirely. His teeth are in surprisingly good condition, apart from being a bit crooked. When he speaks, his voice is rather high and hoarse, like that of a youth who is still developing, though he is clearly an adult.

His belongings are as uninteresting and dirty looking as the rest of him. He wears a pair of baggy shorts that hang loosely on his slender hips, and a worn and patched backpack bulging with pockets. A knife hangs at his waist, secured to his shorts by a piece of twine. He wears neither shirt nor shoes, and seems fully accustomed to going around mostly naked.

But in sharp contrast to his plain and unkempt appearance, he moves with an easy grace like that of a dancer, and the smirk he wears is a confident and self-satisfied one.