Tyler Sargent/Appearance

A man of five-and-a-half feet, sandy blonde hair long on top and shaved on the sides and eyes of sea glass. He looks too old to be in high school, but too young to avoid being carded, his skin a ruddy white with a farmer's tan. His frame gave the impression he had been stretched, long of limb and shallow-chested with quite the round posterior. Everything about his posture and movements gave the impression of awkward youthfulness, not quite comfortable with himself. Gestures are often flowing, stepping gently and careful how he holds his hands. His voice is deeper than one would expect for someone still in his early twenties, a definite drawl to his word and a floaty lilt he tries hard to cover in conversation. He smells strongly of styling gel and the musty scent on his skin of dried perspiration.