You see GameMaster Royce Kayne, a Human.
He has crystal blue eyes. His blue-black hair is long and fine with grey at the temples, and is worn tied back. He has tanned skin.
Royce has transcended time.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a puffy chambray shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, a blue gem pouch, a single shoulder cape that covers the left side of the body completely, a well-oiled black oak crossbow fitted with a dark platinum boltplate, some polished black boots with little silver buckles along the outside of each ankle, a tarnished ring fashioned in the shape of a coiled serpent, a small wooden slingshot, a leather badge, a blackened silver armband with small insignia that you just can't make out, a leather weapons loop with a tiny golden crest sewn into the hide, some darkened leather breeches that seems to shift from black to grey as the light strikes them, a metal reinforced slingshot, a true-black leather waistbelt with a huge pewter buckle fastening it to the waist, a steel lockpick case that glints with a silvery light and an Elothean silverwillow crossbow.