Ian

He was quite young, maybe in his mid teens, athletic built, and just an inch shy of six feet. He wore dark brown leather pants and a white shirt. His skin was quite pale, glistening with a layer of sweat that covered his forehead, neck, and drenched a good portion of his shirt. 

The dim lighting made it difficult for a mortal to pinpoint what the youth's exact hair color was, especially since they were so dark, but that was not the case for Daniel. His eyes could see each detail as if placed under interrogation lights. The youth had dark brown hair, as dark as brown got without being black, and his eyes were almost as dark.

The boy's features were distorted, weighed by stress and fatigue as he slashed vertically with what looked like an ebony arming sword. With each strike he attempted to nick a vital point of his inanimate sparring partner, often missing the target by an inch or two.