Tall and lean with long, ink-streaked fingers that always seem to hold a faint residue of smoke. He moves like someone used to weaving through crowded market stalls rather than leading charges: quick-footed, alert, and habitually shifting his weight from one foot to the other. His left sleeve is always rolled to the elbow exposing pale, thin scars that curve like crescent moons. Unexpected element: his left eye is a warm honey brown while his right eye is pale gray and seems to shimmer when he casts, as if a distant storm is visible under the surface.