Yagami

Yagami's icy blue gaze lies partially hidden under his deep crimson hair. His expression is like stone, harden with a pain only he could truly understand. He lives his life in an obscure mix of reality and a world of madness created in his mind. His thin lips remain tightly sealed, and his pale flesh the color or powdery snow and ice. Yagami stands with a slight slouch to him, his back is broad, but his overall stature is slender and sturdy, well muscled hidden beneath his black garbs and straps. Fingers long and thin, yet somehow seem incredibly powerful, as they each come to almost razor sharp points.