A pair of steel-grey eyes stare down at you from a height of nearly seven feet, made only more impressive by the bastardization of bloods mixing in this half-breed, his prominently pointed ears giving him away readily. The boy was massive, indeed, broad shoulders and large muscles, he was no stranger to hard labor or physical woe. His skin was fair, though marred with many scars and he wore a branded "E" on his cheek, though the lack of a collar with it leads one to believe he had it removed. High cheekbones and a sharp nose gave him a rather dignified look, and he was rather attractive, all things considered, if you were into knife-ears, at any rate. Full locks of jet black hair going down to and just over his shoulders. He had black, flowing tattoos on his neck and going down over his shoulders, stopping just above his rippling pectorals; hooking just over in four prongs on his sharp chin, just under his mouth.

The boy looked to be no older than eighteen or nineteen, though it was hard to tell, truthfully, given his heritage. Across his back was a large broadsword, usually carried about Old Town and the Rookery, though he understandably discarded it in other districts, if he ever had reason to journey there.