Rayburn Lanvard Greyhead is a troubled fellow. With a thin stick body and a slouch that never goes away, he spends his free time, the tiny bit of it, sketching away in his apartment.

His hair is a cascade of dulled golden-brown curls, his eyes a muted gray, and his pink lips pressed into a frown.

He has that barest amount of beard that he always seems to miss on that lonely corner of his jaw. He shaves everywhere on his chest and lower body every month; Rayburn feels awkward with the large amount of curly hair he has.