With a silent wind, dust would pick up before settling around a man. Standing at six foot even his head down, only for a moment before lifting his head. Then he moved slowly, wind whipping about him, though there wasn't really any wind to cause such force behind his clothing and hair to tear as they did. One arm inside of his yakuta, hand hanging neatly out of it, his other hand at his side, as he looked about.
"What...A lovely little place."
Then he began to walk about, not really anywhere, other than on one of the sister islands, a smile on his lips. Then his clothing and hair died down, to leave him standing there, with a happy smile upon his lips. Inside of his yakuta, he was covered first in bandage, then in a body-tight chain-mail suit. His legs completely covered in a pair of tattered Gi-like pants. His hair in a simple ponytail that wrapped around his chest, his waist, and still led down to his sandal-clad feet. It was black with white streaks flowing through it, like the reflection of the sun on a river.
All of his clothing, matching the color of his hair, as his deep violet eyes looked about. His ears, pointing, with notches cut out of it, while also having several piercings adorning them. There were scars upon his face, and what of his hands and neck one could see. Though, he was as happy as could be.
His only movement, was a simple sway, and smile as he searched.