~~~Appearance~~~

A skinny human man, looking about 5'11 with a bean pole physic, and a very pale complection. His hair is raven black, and while short, seems to be suffering from the lack of modern shampoos greatly: split ends dangle over his eyes, ears, and neck sticking out greatly against the paleness of his face. His features over all have a sharpness to them, though certainly no where near to that of an elf, and his eyes are a simple dark brown.

His clothing is pretty standard for the realms. A long, brown greatcoat, lightly plated, along with having a particularly large collar, it�s lightly worn from the weather which is all the fashion these days it seems. Under it he wears a Black long sleeve �shirt�. Looking a little on the thick side, and ridged near his vital areas, it doesn�t take much of a keen eye to figure out there are metal plates hidden within it. He wears mostly non-descript Brown belt, and dark blue trousers, both seems to match the style of the shirt, minus the metal plates of course. On his hands are a pair of fingerless black gloves, and on his feet steel toed boots, filthy, worn, and in desprit need of replacement.

Not all can be seen above though. While normally the man appears calm, and shys away from attention there are times he must fight. Hidden in the coat is a pistol, an elaborate design, with what looks at first to be a �fat� revolving barrel which eventually extends into a long single one, looking something like a strange mix of a standard IK military pistol, and a modern day revolver.

Now when he�s REALLY angry things change all together. His over all stance seems to switch from standing tall, to hunched over, his eyes are filled with fury, and his face always smiling wide. His Gun, either stuff away in his jacket now, or tossed away to the floor in spite he now drags along a sword. Black, covered in rust, scratches, and dents; with a four foot long blade, he seems to be able to lift it in one hand, denying reality itself with his skinny arms.