"Relax Darlin', I be bein wrestlin 'gatas 'fore I could be bein writin' my own name. This just be bein feelin' like goin' home."

The man stands at 5'11" with finer threaded shirts and vests accompanied by an overcoat. While not an overly muscular man, there are visible signs of working to live off the land. Panning down further, the man seems to have a form that would be pleasing to the feminine eye. His chin-length, wavy, raven hair well-kept and usually sporting a single blue and single teal feather in the back; seemingly having some significance to the man. His features are almost always bearing a playful smile on his well-defined cheekbones and angular jawline and a mischievousness dancing in his vibrant green eyes. The man walks with a slight swagger to his steps though the cause of this swagger may be unclear.

With a sly smile and carefree demeanor, the man oft seen carrying himself as if not having a worry nor concern in the world. If one were to get him talking they could easily figure out he is not from the city. The man though quite charismatic and really rather charming might, however, be off-putting to some given the accent and drawl a person would hear whilst speaking with him. His style of clothing would indicate that is he definitely a gentleman of refined tastes, despite the fact or perhaps because of the fact he was not from the city.  His dress would likely mark him as noble or at least upper class if it were not for the fact that his coat was obviously homemade with mostly lizard scales. Regardless of what attire the man may be wearing, rare is he seen without his hat adorned with brown feathers, a band of lavender colored cloth, a pair of dice neatly tucked under that band, and a curious amulet oft tucked in the pocket on his vest. Though sometimes this could be seen about his neck affixed on a ornately designed length of silver with an etching of the sun on one side and of a filigree eye on the other. The only other item the man may be associated with would be a polished metal rod with a marble sphere only about 3 inches in diameter in the center of the rod, held in place with five bands wrapping about the sphere.  On top of the rod is a 2 inch diameter diamond.  He would oft refer to this item as his "Journey Stick".

The pleasant scent of crisp leather, defining musk, and a hint of peppermint left in his wake; with a charming upward curve of his lips akin to what one would find on a southern gentleman, the man travels the lands offering a cordial greeting to all he encounters. In search of something or someone, he leaves his gambling tables of Felridge and the swamp making his way to the city having already checked the outer lands for what he seeks.  Not being a regular of the city, one would need to take a bit of time or perhaps sit down for a game or two if they want to get to know him a bit.