The mercenary life is one far removed from the glamour one might associate with a name that otherwise rings with cultural exotica. 'Florentin'. Surely, 'tis the name of a wine-gargling, puffy-sleeved fop. Yet here he stands. Scarred, clad for practicality, and with a curved sabre hilted at his waist.

Still, he might find himself the designation of a few odd stares, whether benevolent or otherwise -- given his dusky complexion, braided hair, and liberal dabbling in bodily artworks.

In phenotypical terms, he stands about 6'1 foot tall, and sports the build expected of an active soldier.