You see a strange pale creature. Markings of stiching criss cross across his lips, as if they had once been sewn shut and though removed, never quite healed. Set of silver piercing eyes. White whispy strands of hair. Often kept long, if not neatly tied back. Criss crossing, if seen, his body is massive network of stiched up scaring. Making his skin look like almost a jigsaw puzzle. Sometimes stands completely still, as if not remembering to breath.  

Often dressed in finery, though a bit aged finery. Finery that often covers his rather obvious scarring.