A handsome young man, barring the wild appearance of his bloodshot eyes, the man before you wears leathers and carries countless vials of strange-looking liquids. His finger tips are slightly blackened by the gunpowder he precariously carries with him in a pouch on his hip. This also lends itself to his own personal distinct fragrance…gun powder. His eyes are constantly moving from one scene to another but it never seems like their in one place long enough to appreciate what they see. His blonde hair is short and unkempt. He seems almost as combustible as the items he carries.