Lean and coiled like a spring. He moves with a constant low readiness that makes his limbs look slightly too long for his frame. His skin is sun-kissed and freckled in places from hours outside. A thin vertical scar bisects his right eyebrow and fades into an ornate tattoo of a river that runs from temple to jawline. He keeps one sleeve rolled to mid-forearm revealing slender pale rope-like scars where he once practiced with knotted cords. Unexpectedly he carries a small carved wooden music box tied to his belt that plays a melancholy childlike tune when wound. That toy contrasts with his precise, economical movements and the quiet intensity of his gaze.