A young man, dressed prim and proper to reflect the nature of his profession. Clearly a chef, clearly capable of maintaining proper decorum, yet once in a blue moon the boy can be found happily relaxing when not actively cooking. Tired eyes carry a dedicated gaze, one that yells out 'The duty to braise is a chef's curse'.

Standing at the fairly average and unremarkable height of 5'8'', the fragrance of flowers and herbs can be easily caught in his presence. A practicing botanist, and by the everpresent air of sinka and alessa his inclination towards teas is no secret.

"Live to deglaze. Work to flambè ."