A hunter, and a denizen of the bar. Familiar with ranged weapons; darts, bows, throwing knives, and the like.
A quiet one, Raphael tends to only speak when spoken to. He has a curious lack of morals, such as that he often plays assassin when need arises.
Unlike many hunters, who often become bloodthirsty at the scent of prey, Raphael does not throw himself blindly to the whims of fate in attempts to finish his assigned job at any cost. At nearly all times, even in the hunt, he's calm and collected.
He wears light clothing; a woolen cape-with-hood, dyed a deep black to fit the forests he prefers his assignments to be in, and a loose-fitting black silken shirt. Linen black pants, somewhat stained with what seems to be blood, and a pair of leather boots, are his garments under the torso.
A quiver holding not only iron-tipped arrows but also wooden, needle-sharp darts goes around his shoulder, with a secret compartment for holding his bow.