He's a tall young man, probably just reaching adulthood -- decently built, but with the lankiness of youth not yet finished filling out his approximately six foot frame -- and reasonably handsome, with lively sky blue eyes, full lips, and well-balanced, expressive features. These are not, however, the things most people notice first. Dark hair, near black by nature or design, is savagely gelled into spikes multiple inches tall, the tips dyed a flamingly bright shade of red found nowhere in nature; his eyebrow, ears, tongue, and the skin beneath his lower lip are all pierced, and his arms, at the least, bear tattoos. There's a spiked black leather collar about his neck and pyramid studded bands on each wrist; his nails are painted black, and the first and middle finger of his left hand are cloaked in articulated steel finger armor, with wickedly pointed tips. His black t-shirt stretches slightly across the chest, where "I like to get drunk and hump things" is neatly printed in white, and the sleeves have been ripped off, leaving a ragged edge at each shoulder. Faded black jeans, close fitting, are tucked into heavy, knee-high black leather boots fastened with far more buckles than strictly necessary.

Three graduated titanium hoops are spaced along each earlobe, with two smaller ones high near the top of his left ear; another holds a shiny round black bead through his right eyebrow. The steel barbell through his tongue seems to have a classic yellow-and-black smiley face as the top ball, at present. As for the labret, it's a spike, much like the ones on his collar.

One thing's undeniable: they're very, very well done. Whoever's responsible for their creation is an artist by any reasonable definition. The night sky spreads across and over his shoulders and across his upper back, surrounding Neil Gaiman's Death, seated, on his upper right arm, and Dream, looming, on his left. In the back, it shades down into a scene like a strange urban fairyland, Delirium dancing among her myriad, vibrantly multicoloured thoughts. It is amazingly detailed and well-executed; all in all, with the shading, colours, and the drawing style itself, these could easily sell as posters were they on a different canvas. The image fades out as it passes below his waist; on his arms, the colours remain solid until they meet the 'tribal'-style designs, like brambles, that form a ring around each of his biceps; the effect is somewhat like short sleeves.