This is Vulphe. A fairly average looking fellow, wearing shabby clothes, sporting delicate pale skin, and deep brown-black hair complete with the beard of a well aged but young man. Atop this crown of dark hair, it is easy to notice some silvery strands in clusters here and there, perhaps too many for a man of his time, an indicator of a stressful youth. He bares a grey cloak, and plain but neat looking clothing. He was born large, and remains large, towering over at about 200 centimeters. This height doesn't take away from the clear amount of muscle mass befitting of someone who keeps it well with some sort of regular excersize. Still his mass is not the most exceptional thing about this gentle giant.

One like sweet amber sap or brownish honey on the right, the other a swirl of nearly sky blue on the left, his eyes stand out more than anything. More commonly seen in dogs, though not unheard of in humans and such, his eyes are two different colors, and while one has the demeanor and color of a soothing warmth, the other is a bright and piercing cold.

He's quiet, and quite a bit awkward, but attempts to be polite. Sometimes he almost seems to shy away from the people he's talking to, likely out of habit. He is a Bree local, which means he's got friends in Bree, but he is one of those plain forgettable faces. He is currently unemployed and unmarried, not courting anyone and without official residence.