A small figure with the assured tilt of someone used to drawing attention without demanding it. He moves like a coin sliding free from a pocket: quick, practiced, and charming. His cheeks are perpetually rosy and his smile borders on theatrical. He keeps a mop of unruly, ash-brown curls that look like they have been perfumed with pipe smoke and citrus peels. Tattoos of tiny musical notes spiral down the inside of his left forearm in faded indigo ink. He wears a battered top hat pinned with a single bright feather and, oddly, a child's silk ribbon tied around his left wrist. The ribbon is far too clean compared to the rest of him.