Name: Peirce Sanctum
Age: Close to 22
Height and Weight: 6'1" and about 188lbs
Hair: Silver-grey
Eyes: One a dull gold the other a pale blue
Attire: He is almost always dressed in a sleeveless vest, no matter the weather. He tends to favor lighter colored clothes, usually white or a very light grey. He sometimes carries a leather jacket with him, in case the wind gets too cold.
Peirce is a rather odd, quirky individual. Not really secretive or cunning on the outside, he has a pretty devious mind on the inside. But he's overall pretty harmless. He tends to disappear on nights with crescent moons, never telling anyone where he has gone. He has a reason for this, of course.
Afraid of: Poison Ivy, Guns, and fire.
Loves: Pot stickers, dumplings, anything wrapped in dough with a delicious sauce. Cats.
He is a rather happy individual, and really honest to boot, only keep a very few, select things to himself. Not much to say about him really. Sneaky...but in a harmless way. Intelligent is a bit of an overstatement but he does seem to have a good sense of direction and common sense. Unless cats are involved.
He only ever has the clothes on his back.