A spindly man who seems perpetually covered in a fine layer of gray dust. He moves with a frantic, bird-like twitchiness that makes him appear to flicker in and out of the light. His hands are permanently stained with indigo ink up to the knuckles, and his fingernails are jagged. While his clothes are little more than moth-eaten rags, he wears a monocle made of polished ruby that glints with an inner fire, casting a bloody light over his left eye. He smells of old vellum and expensive jasmine, a stark contrast to his derelict look.