Rake. Named so by Azrael on accout that he returned from Arcadia clutching a brass rake. Good thing he didn't pick up a hoe...
A good-looking man of medium height in his late thirties who obviously looks after himself. At least, he did. With all the events messing up his life of late he has started to neglect himself a little. His black hair is becoming increasingly grey and his blue eyes now show signs of worry and lack of sleep.
Appears to be made of a kind of molten metal, soft to the touch.