Germanic face of fair skin tone with fading boyish features seems to form from well-kept locks of clean feather white falling to just passed shoulder-length and kept well-groomed. Mildly slanted eyes of mercury blue on slit pupils gaze up, a mischievous twinkle flickering across them. Lips constantly etched to reflect smart-ass and bad-ass nature behind which are slightly-pointed teeth showing that though he looks human, there is the undertone of something else in his blood. Lithe yet toned body of six feet four inches rises on powerful long legs, leading to a short torso and long arms.
Upper body is clad first in a skin-tight shirt made of black light-weight cotton ; comfortable and yet it stays out of the way. The shirt's sleeves come to four inches short of his wrists, the collar rising halfway up broad yet slender neck. Both hands are covered in black leather full gloves that cover up to his wrist, held to his hands with a thin belt along the edge of the opening and leaving about three inches of visible skin between the gloves and the shirt sleeves. Over the shirt, a sleeveless leather vest dyed scarlet red clings, held shut with a series of four black belts sewn expertly into the leather; each one was two inches long and an inch and a half thick. His lower body is covered in form-fitting crimson suede leather pants held to his waist by a thick dark-brown belt, two belts -- black in color -- clasp about his right thigh about midway, whether just for decoration or if they actually have a purpose, no one knows. The bottom half of each of the pant legs are tucked neatly into a pair of shined black leather boots coming to just below the knee, clasped shut by a series of three small belts each on the outside of the legs. The entire appearance of the man is topped by an ankle-length red leather trench coat. The sleeves are rolled to right above his elbows, showing the second inner layer of suede leather, a more natural-colored brown tinting the material. Bottom hem in the middle of the coat splits up to his waist, giving the impression of wings when the lower half flies up in heavy winds or when he runs. From his throat dangles a small chain of gold double-linked with a silver chain for added strength, molded to a crudely-cut-looking gold backing displaying an upside-down teardrop-shaped red stone that glimmers and swirls as though something in it lives.
Across his back diagonally from right to left is a sword. Being a Grey God in a life since passed, he has yet to rid himself of the training driven into his skull that he needs a Scythe. That being his reasoning, only one weapon in his collection really fit that description; the organic demon sword, Sparda. Stretching a magnificent five and a half feet in length, the blade is embedded in what could only be construed as tough skin or hide of some sort. Not only is it a particularly lovely sword in general, it also has the ability to switch from zweihander to scythe and back again.
However, the immense sword is not the only weapon on his being. Hidden somewhere at his waist and under the coat are two large pistols, one crafted of gunmetal, the other made of the more durable, heat-resistant, and light-weight black carbon. On the right side of the slide on the black carbon gun is engraved in bold-italic font 'Ebony'. Near the hammer on the left side of the slide is engraved in a readable bold font in two lines 'For Tony Redgrave/From .45 Art Warks'. On the right side of the slide on the silver one, the same bold-italic font is engraved, only reading 'Ivory'. On the left side of the slide near the hammer, the bold font is engraved in one line; '.45 Art Warks'. The name of the establishment of the gunsmith who made the superb one-of-a-kind weapons, no doubt.
Attitude of the man wielding such things is most unexpected; smart-ass, with a hint of childishness. And yet, despite the way he acts the most, he has a sort of honorable and gentlemanly undertone to it, treating each and every lady he comes across with respect. A sweet thing, and yet crude all at the same time, an interesting sort of character that holds the attention of many. However, he shows a different face to those he dislikes, those he has dedicated his life to destroying. His profession is not a very common one, nor is it in very high demand; a demon hunter. While he disregards demons who mean no harm to humanity, his access to his own menagerie of the creatures enables him to wipe those who would mean harm to the world he is attached to.