Tall and dangerously elegant, a young man barely within his prime watches the
world through eyes wild beyond sanity. His face though stern imparts a quality
of self-satisfaction, and the foreign clothes he wears are a recreation of a
fashion long outlived and from an age long past remembering. He is handsome,
for the Shadow in its very self is an attraction, and woven upon the breast of
his coat is a singular, unmistakable emblem: a serpent in silver biting its
own tail.