Powder blue eyes look out at the world from behind a screen of feathery, frosted-blond hair, each gust of wind leaving a slightly different tousled arrangement.
Lips pressed into a pleasant smile, always welcoming to strangers and friends alike despite his near albino pallor. No illness troubles him.

The overcoat, a rich navy blue assemblage with golden embroidery worked into the collar and shoulders, each gold-black button resting snugly in its proper place, hides a svelte figure under the guise of winter wear. Underneath, a simple, if not well made and custom tailored, white shirt rests comfortably, its pale blue vertical lines trying in vain to make its wearer appear just a tad bit taller than five feet and six inches. Slim fit, black pants with subtle silver pin striping finish off his daily ensemble.

Though he’d never point it out in passing conversation, the silver ring on his finger, with the crest of royalty long lost to the ages, paints him as the last of his kind, nearly.