Small blue bolts of lightning dance around his hands. A sense of a thunderstorm hangs about him. His body is scarred with a blackened burn that covers half his face, neck and chest. Overtop the scar lays yet another, much more intricutely cut red scar.
Despite the scars, the man smiles, his blue eyes twinkling with merriment. Those eyes seem to crackling with blue lightning behind them. He carrys with him a dark guitar on his back and a very intricute flute tucked into his tunic. He is...a bard.