Dark, bordering on dreary, this man's attire may mark him as a man of considerable means, the cut of his cloth exquisite and the weight of his pouch noticeably heavy. He appears to be in his early forties, his dull brown hair peppered with grey and receding near his temples, while his eyes are a suspicious dark, dark brown, bordering almost on a pidgeon's black and, in the wrong light, his sockets seem almost irisless.

Hard lines to his countenance imply a man with a rough history, though his slender, adroit fingers are pristine, a clear sign of a lack of hard labor. He seems to go to great lengths to establish himself as a dignified, eloquent and sophisticated character, maintaining and affecting an aura of measured, albeit often forced, politeness. He smiles rarely but when he does, it's obvious as to why: his teeth are an onyx black, as if the enamel on them were replaced entirely by ink.