This man cuts a slender figure. Not only his body, but his face as well. His blonde and slowly graying hair is kept neatly in check with wax.

The pockmarked and leatherlike skin of his face marred with crow's feet, worry lines and dimples etched into his face like wrinkles after having let his countenance draw many a rueful smile.

His attire is smart and elegant. Like something one of the nobility might wear.

A dark eveningcoat drapes over a fine shirt of satin. But any nobleman
with any self respect would never allow their attire to fall into such a sordid state. None would allow dust to embed itself into the fibers of their woolen coat, or mud and grime to cake with near permanency on their boots.

A caricature of a noble then. Or a man who intentionally made mockery of the higher classes. If your eyes met his, you might see a cruel smile tug the corners of his mouth upwards. A rat. He looked like a rat.