| A pretty average-looking sort of guy, somewhere in his late teens. He seems a hair on the short side, maybe five-eight, five-nine if his hair is sticking up a bit. And it does, from time to time, his head covered in a somewhat unkempt mop of light sandy brown hair, streaked oddly with a light, almost white grayer tone in places, in spite of his apparent young age. It seems to get in his eyes with fair regularity, forcing him to brush it aside so that the steel-gray orbs can properly peer out into the world around him. They tend to be a bit wide, adding to his somewhat boyish face to create an aura of guilelessness. Occasionally, his gaze will flick one way or another quickly, almost like an animal startled by a barely-audible noise. But in spite of this, he generally keeps a hint of a pleasant smile on his face.
His choice of clothing is nothing particularly special, although it's less "American Apparel" and more "Salvatian Army." He wears an athletic gray t-shirt under a short-sleeved light beige button-up shirt (which is universally unbuttoned.) Both shirts show signs of wear - little tears at the edges. Beneath, a pair of cargo pants which seem to be a size larger than the somewhat scrawny frame might want, held in place by a canvas belt. Lastly, a pair of nice, if slightly worn, tennis shoes.
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