His sandy dirty blond hair is remenecent of the sun, but one hundred perscent as blinding. His electric blue eyes will strike a tital wave into your heart with their silever hightlights. His shoulders are broad and his arms musclular. His clothes fit tight, being a jerkin and creased pants and his glass crown is impossible to miss. He has wind in in his veins and doused fire in his smirk. Smirk on his face is not a sign of ego, but loyality. And his voice is just a reassuring ot the fact, being an impossible mix of regal and surfur boy.