This man has a somewhat pale skin and sandlewood scented, nicely cut dark hair that falls to his shoulders. He bears the look of one who has seen more of life than one would expect from someone his age. Looking into his dark brown eyes it is hard to know his mood.
A little bulkier than he once was, he is still quite thin and it would seem a stronger gust of wind could knock him down.
Even after many turns spent hunting in the Reborn Zone beaches, his equipment is usually well kept and protected as necessary to keep pristine. The occasional algae clings here and there before being brushed off.
A rarely touched pouch hangs from his robes. Whatever its contents, they seem to suck the light around it.
A necklace with a small figurine of a winged lizard-like creature can sometimes be seen when it comes out of his robes.