A foppish, theatrical man who moves as if every doorway is an audience entrance. His wavy blond hair always looks freshly coiffed and somehow refuses to lie flat even in rain. He keeps a faint dusting of glitter and proprietary shampoo scent about him. His smile is immaculately straight and startlingly white, a smile practiced in mirrors. He wears layers of extravagant robes with clashing colors and embroidered scenes that depict heroic deeds he claims to have done. Unexpectedly, when frightened he unconsciously bites the pad of his left thumb until the skin breaks, revealing a small, utilitarian ring of iron wire hidden beneath his sleeve used to scratch tally marks into furniture when he grows anxious. In confrontation his posture can collapse from regal to small and flaring-chinned, making him suddenly look younger and foolish.