There was creaking noise as the door to the tavern opened, and a man stepped through. He was tall, with dark stubble covering most of his lower face, matched by long, shaggy hair that reached down to his ears. His shoes clinked lightly against the floor of the tavern, and he looked around cautiously before shrugging off a long overcoat and hanging it up on a hook by the door. 

Underneath his coat, he wore a tight-fitting black t-shirt, and long jeans, similarly tight-fitting. His skin was dark, the colour of a mocha coffee, and his teeth were brilliantly white. He was skinny, almost unreasonably so, although he held himself in such a way that rather than looking weedy and thin, he looked toned and refined. He coughed once and cleared the hair from his eyes, which shone an almost luminescent green, the same colour as the graphic on his hoodie.

He walked across the floor to the bar, where he sat down, before muttering to the bartender to serve him up a Manhattan cocktail, ignoring the rest of the patrons for the time being.