Rochefort

Rochefort is a tall, roughly handsome man in his mid-thirties. He has shoulder length black hair and a black goatee just beginning to show flecks of gray. A distinctive white scar runs the length of his right cheek to his chin. He looks upon the world with cold, dispassionate black eyes, seeming to assess everything as either a threat or as prey. He wears sleek, black courtier's clothing and openly wears a sword on each hip.

He seems to be a cold man, one who is constantly assessing the possibilities of every location or engagement. He moves like a trained killer, loosely and fluidly, most like a great cat with little fear of those around him. His voice is gravelly and deep, again conjuring images of a mountain cat or cougar.