Drifting alone throughout the streets, he moves purposely but slowly; methodical. Bright green hues flicker constantly as if they're calculating a simultaneous simulations of his surrounds, always aware, always careful. A weakness, cigarettes, would be smoked every now and then, so addicting was that harsh chemical burn.
An awkward conversation would ensue if one decided to approach Byali, he wasn't always sure how to act in this new area he had ventured too, people were just so different. If you managed to break through those walls though you'd be quite entertained. Breaking that wall would be difficult though, his path was clear, and his mission was to find the lost one.
Standing a solid 6'1, he sports dark brown hair that naturally lifts up a few inches, while shaved on the sides. Normally adorning a sleeveless shirt that shows his upper left shoulder down to his lower wrist which lay bare to tattoos that cover that paled skin, giving color that ever white canvas.
A secret? Whiskey is the one way to open Byali up. You wont get the whole book but you might get the first page if one offered up a drink. Fairs well with things like chess and puzzles. Sings a little bit and loves to play the guitar when he gets the chance. Otherwise he's pretty good with his hands when it comes down it.
“There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.” - Hunter S. Thompson
“The Edge... There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.” - Hunter S. Thompson