Before you stands a short, gaunt man with well-groomed blonde hair and a neatly-tended beard. The slight wrinkles on his forehead, along with the rich deep tone of his voice gives one the impression that his age is well within his thirties. While he certainly is not a poor individual by any stretch of imagination, based on how he carries himself in his walk and speech, there is a degree of cynicism without snobbish appeal restricting him from holding any nobility.

His attire may vary from time to time, but one consistency with this fellow is a bronze, etched coin he keeps around, which he tends to fiddle with obsessively while idling.

Update: Renault's left hand has been severed.