The man seemed to be near about five feet and eight inches if he were to stand, and his clothing was most definitely not of this town, dressed in ornate looking robes of blue with light white triangle patterns on the sleeves and bottom of the robes to add a "mountain" effect to the robe. His hair, the color of a raven's feather and looking to have not been brushed this day as it lay wildly out in the grass down to his mid back. Another odd note to him was his feet, that instead of having the toes and heel covered by his boots, seemed to be missing said parts, the only part his odd foot ware covering, being the arch of the foot.
The young man assumed a rather lazy look as his left arm was placed upwards, hand on the back of his head, while his right arm rested lazily on his stomach tapping idly as a calm smile formed on the man's face. There was a number of things in this word he enjoyed, but he most certainly loved the feeling of the wind and the view of ripples and waves on the water far more than anything else in this world. Apart from his true passion, however partaking of such a thing would be foolish without his weaponry being done ordered. So for now he spent his time meandering in the Rose Garden as he awaited his order to come in. Perhaps a distraction would afford itself today for his amusement? The young man was never really sure what the wind and water would guide to him each day, but maybe something would break the lackadaisical attitude he was feeling today.
(Sorry if it seems a bit of a lazy post .3.)