August Rachford

He is tall, graceful, handsome. His form is well-developed; he must do some kind of exercise, but not so much as to make it immediately noticeable. He carries himself unobtrusively, quietly. He is clean-shaven. His dark hair is longish, near the shoulders, and unbound. His grey eyes are clear, kind, and thoughtful. His lips seem to curve upwards slightly with a gentle smile as a default.

His mundane clothes are high school senior; jeans, a long-sleeved, button-down shirt, and a school tie loosened around the collar. His voile is a poet’s shirt of light blue silk tucked into grey pants. The chain of a necklace might be visible if it rides up a bit on his neck. As often as not, he carries a book with him.