Having very little money and few positions, he makes do with what he has.

Wearing little in the way of clothes, his jeans are probably a size or two too small, there legs torn off to leave them little more than tight shorts that ride low on his hips and clinging to the curves of his legs, nearly tearing apart as the muscles beneath bulge while he walks. The top he wears is little better. Old, worn and faded, frayed edges where sleeves would be, showing of his muscular arms while the bottom of the pale blue top as been torn away to reveal his well toned stomach. It looks liable to rip to peaces at any moment.

His eyes are a wondrous silver-blue, always aware of his surroundings and filled with warmth and his lips are drawn up into a broad smile giving him a playful and friendly look. While his mane is wild and untamed dyed a deep blue it falls over his face then rolls down his back to meet his tale as it flows out from his body sweeping out behind him riding on the air, drifting back and forth almost weightlessly. His fur is a dazzling white, as pure as fresh snow, it seems to reflect all light that falls on it shimmering as he walks.

Every movement fluid and effortless he strides with a confidence and security about his appearance. He is always at ease with his surroundings, and always ready to meet new people.