Name: (Not yet revealed)
Apparent Age: Late twenties
Height: Relatively tall (around 185 cm / 6 feet)
Build: Lean but toned, as if his body wasn't made for battle, but carved for survival.
Hair: Jet black, unkempt, occasionally falling over his eyes—like wind brushed through the head of someone who forgot what peace feels like.
Eyes: Dark grey, like a mirror to scorched earth. Not weak, but shaped by something that broke and rebuilt itself—haunting depth, unwavering stare that plants doubt in anyone who holds it too long.
Skin: Pale, almost sickly, like sunlight hasn't kissed it in years.
Features: Sharp but not strikingly so, yet unforgettable. A balance between calm and danger—like a hidden blade in a black sheath.
Scars: A long, faded scar cuts across his left side—from collarbone to ribcage. Rarely seen, but always reminding him that survival has a price.
Voice: Low, steady, never rushed. Quiet but commanding—a tone that invites silence.
Clothing:
Wears layered, dark-toned clothes, frayed at the edges but arranged with intent. A long, tattered coat, fingerless gloves, and heavy boots that have walked through forgotten places. Always carries an old leather satchel, as if it holds all that's left of his world.
Scent: No cologne—only the faint trace of ash and cold steel.