(( It's a ginger. KILL IT WITH ALL THE FIRE. ))
Lorcain isn't tiny by human standards, but he's far from built. The lad's been blessed with an agile body, best suited for sneaking and slipping into tight places. Upon his body, miniscule scars have formed, no larger than the head of a pin. They're arranged in a grid of sorts, with large clusters having formed where an armor joint may have been.
Hazel eyes peer out from behind a pair of thin, wire frame glasses. Constantly darting back and forth behind the smooth glass, scanning his surroundings. More often than not they're narrowed in anger or annoyance, giving the appearance that he's always slinging an 'Evil Eye' someone's way. Don't worry though, most of the time he's working the tough guy front. Tell a joke here or there and soon you'll see that face light up with a jovial expression, even if it doesn't quite look like it belongs there.
His hair is almost always tied up in a quick ponytail, one that leaves stray locks jutting up around the band at odd angles. More often than not, it's clean. But even the cleanest of folk have to skip a wash now and then, don't they. If he's been working odd hours without a break, expect it to be a filthy, greasy mess. As for the beard, it's often well kept. But the above applies to it as well, field work usually leaves him looking like a tramp.
As for his leathers : They're standard issue SI:7 kit. Pouches, buckles, sheathes and vials are scattered about the armor with no real pattern. To Lorcain, it's organized madness. Everything's -just- where it needs to be and Light help you if you try to arrange it. While in Stormwind, it's highly unlikely that his cowl and visor will ever come off. Though if you can get him far enough away from a crowd, he might be coaxed into taking it off.
