A Dathomiri Bounty Hunter

The Dathomiri before you stands at a height of perhaps 1.7 meters, not
physically imposing in any sense. He could be constrewed as attractive to
some, however his grim appearance and sullen demeanor would distinguish any
fire in anothers eyes. His hair reaches his shoulders in length, held back with a dark-blue
bandana and the color of cyan. Upon his face sits an obstruction, a white faceplate
glistening under any light. It covers perhaps three quarters of his face, mostly the right, and
moves across the forehead, down half the nose, over the mouth, and down half the neck.
His left eye remains exposed fully, while only the necesseties peer through with the right. In
viewing such eyes, an odd lavender color draws attention from most. The mask is fastened
to a cloak of nearly the same color, although more of a cream. The cloak falls down off his
shoulder in streams, billowing and shuttering with the wind. He does not seem to wear the
heavy armor most do, he is simply clad in plain black cloth, loosely hung around his chest and
legs. No weapons can be seen anywhere on him, so one can deduce that he is either
proficient with his hands, or with hiding that which he does not want others to see. His skin
glows a pale cyan where it can be seen, mainly his hands and partially his face. At the end
of long, slender fingers are fastened well manicured nails, dyed black and sharpened to an
edge. He rarely speaks, rarely displays emotion outside of battle. He is a being with no name,
no past, no future, he lives for the battlefield. Only death makes him feel truly alive...