Maybe you've seen him jumping the fence at the junkyard, scavenging for the next neat treasure that someone mistook for trash. Though it's just as likely you haven't ever noticed him. After all, he's a sneaky devil. As unremarkable as the next guy in line who ordered the double espresso macchiato and had his name written wrong on the side of his cup.
Ed is nobody special. Though the height on his driver's license lists him at five foot eleven, he hardly ever stands fully upright and is far too lanky at a hundred fifty odd pounds to be considered intimidating. His hair is black and perhaps a little greasy. It might just be he styles it to look that way. The length of it is just enough to fall in his eyes, which could also be black.
Out of uniform, Ed is prone to wearing clothes picked out of the bargain bins from the local resale charity shops. Vintage print tees, pretty sweaters, colorful socks, skinny jeans of various hues, and second generation military jackets are his top apparel selections. (See Wayside Manor fashion thread for daily outfits.)
Ed smells very strongly of cheap cigarettes on account of being a chain smoker in an effort to deliberately mask his other scent. Only the worst brand the least amount of money can buy will do. Unless he can bum something better.
Engineer aspect. Shapeshifting, limited to single animal, Crinos and Rodens forms. Maze memory. Acute senses. Night vision. Immunity to disease. Reduced delirium. Regenerative capabilities. Silver vulnerability. Stepping sideways. Keening. Speaks in squeaks. Blessing of the Rat Incarna. Blood memory. Freak factor, four: unbalanced. Kleptomaniac.