A tall, coated or caped man of muted, dark colors. Though he does not look like anything special, his clothing hides a well kept athletic build, not particularly strong, but likely dexterous. His frizzy and unkempt hair contrasts a clean shaven face, beset with a pointed jawline and eyes like a frigid light blue ice. 

Though he may simply appear mysterious with his high collared coat and lingering in sullen places and dark spots, when he speaks, he does so speedily, and to the point. He can be confronted without fear of him hiding anything, it would seem. Outwardly, he does not cover his face, and is armed with only the most basic protection, a knife in a scabbard. He will often pull a hood up when it rains, not wishing to add the mess to his already poorly groomed hair. 

Often seen with a leather bound journal, small enough to fit in one hand. As well as this, he appears to keep sharpened charcoal for writing within it.