Von Schusten

Wilhelm is a fairly well-built man standing six feet tall. His features are strong, and gaze intense. His hair is cut fairly short, and extends down to a sharply trimmed goatee. Seldom is it that much can be discerned from his typically intense and stoic expression. When he speaks his voice is usually soft, filled with the rich accent of his German homeland.

He tends to dress so as to avoid attention; most often wearing blacks, grays, browns, dark greens, dark blues, and the like. Indeed, dull red is a bold color choice by his standards. Regardless of the color he avoids tight clothing, but ensures that it’s not so loose as to impede his movements. And should anyone be able to see past the obfuscations he works they’d often spot a pair of short swords strapped to either thigh, a bandoleer of half a dozen throwing knives across the small of his back, a pistol holstered at his ankle, and the lines of the kevlar vest under his shirt.