A slim, sharply-tailored figure who moves with the practiced ease of someone who always knows the room's center. His skin is olive-toned but often seems to shift under certain lights, an almost imperceptible ripple at the jawline where infernal heat movies beneath the surface. His face is sharply handsome and hawkish, with a permanent half-smile that looks kind and cruel at the same time. He keeps a silver-tipped cane which he twirls when amused. Unexpectedly, his left hand bears a childlike tan line where a ring once was, and he absentmindedly traces it when thinking. When he walks, his coat tail never stirs and a faint scent of pipe tobacco and burnt sugar follows him.