Washed upon the shore of Esshar and standing at an impressive 5'6 the serrated tooth smile is perhaps the most intimidating thing about the sleepy-eyed man. Black hair shortened to fit underneath the cap he wears and sporting a small growing beard, the youth has matured! Onyx colored eyes speckled with sea-green flecks looks upon the world with mirth, yet when in the water they take an amber like tone, hinting at something dangerous just beneath the surface. Though his skin is a mix of gray and turquoise in color it is by no means a sign of illness. His flesh is firm and bouyant, youthfulness apparent in its sheen, slightly sharpened ears, and a poignant poise, denote him a soldier. Despite the inhuman like features mixed on this being; this creature is beautiful, and when watching over the waters of Achyon he can be found wrapped in white form cutting military regalia.

His movements come in a languid fashion, though confidence remains in the wave of each fingertip. From the old fishing rod with the name Alexander Vol Hellstrom engraved in its' side, to the strange hollow tubed weapon marked with Benedict's signature he seems to be a professional of varying skills; connections ever cherished. While his attitude is still militant, and honest he seems almost a bit too languid now. After experiencing multiple wars the shimmer of youth in his eyes has been somewhat tainted. Yet the word of his commander remains firm in the sea-farers mind Never forget how to live this life.