A cowboy shot at eye level of a young tiefling man with light green skin, jet-black hair falling in slightly wavy lengths past his shoulders with one side tucked behind his ear, revealing small round ears more human than elfin. Two medium-curved white horns rise from his head. He has bright blue eyes and an easy, warm smile, relaxed and genuine rather than wide open, with a hint of playful confidence in his expression. He stands in a relaxed pose facing the viewer, one hand on his hip, the other resting loosely on the hilt of a sword sheathed in a scabbard at his side. He wears polished white plate armor — a breastplate and pauldrons with intricate engraved detailing — over a cobalt blue tabard, an orange starburst emblem emblazoned on his chest, a black leather belt cinched at the waist, gauntlets, and a purple cape falling from his shoulders. He stands against a grey brick wall on a cobblestone street, midday sun overhead casting hard-edged shadows across the scene.
