A guest!
His skin is kinda dark. His hair is black, and long. He wears it in a ponytail. His eyes are dark grey and have a very determined and strangely unmoving expression.
As far as clothes go, there's his armor, which is a long, light plastic mail. Above it, a black surcoat, and some dull padding underneath. Around his waist there's a belt with little blinking lights that doesn't actually do anything, and he wears a single tough glove on his right hand.
On his back, a shiny plastic greatsword, the blade etched with a question: 'Whence comes the power of flesh and steel?'
Hanging from his belt, three dark and obviously fake blunt throwing knives.
But what really pulls the look together is the countless painted-on scars, his entire body covered, drawn as if they were caused by various attacks, from conventional slashing and piercing blades to claws, bites, pincers and even worse things.

Winds is very happy with his Wenomir Costume.

Just moments later he can be found at the tables of food, filling a platter with pheasant and downing bizarre seasonal drinks.