Here is a middle-aged, slightly taller-than average human, with quiet green eyes and short blond hair, with just a touch of red. His skin looks slightly tanned to the proverbial 'healthy glow'. Clad is he in a suit of armor made of shining golden scales, which oddly don't jingle as he moves. Down his chest, the scales beecome more like plates, spanning his front. You realize the armor must be flexible, as you can see his toned, strong muscles bulge slightly beneath the scales , which cling like a second skin. Michael wears little else, save a billowing robe with delicate gold embroidery and a leather belt, held together with a stylized dragon buckle. He typically wears his robe closed, cinched at the waist with his belt. The only other possesions you see him to have are two large pouches hanging at his belt, alongside a sturdy, plain knife, which could only in a pinch be considered a weapon.