He's 5' 8" tall and can't weigh more than 150 pounds. Zane has so many piercings one can hardly count them; 13 rings in each ear; 3 rings through each eyebrow; 3 liprings; a stud through the flesh just under his lower lip; a ring through his left nostril; and when he speaks, you can see that his tongue is pierced with two piercings, a barbell and a ring. His shoulder-length hair is a lovely golden color, which offsets nicely with his single eye. The left eye is a bright, crisp blue, the color of a cold, clear Winter sky, and from the look in his eye, he has lost his playfulness, or maybe his ability to merely enjoy the world around him; perhapse he has lost the remainder of his innocence. It's hard to tell exactly what, but something has been lost, and it reflects in his eye and his lack of a smile. The right eye is missing, gouged out not too long ago. He's wearing black eyeliner and blue lipstick as well. Black leather gloves with the fingers cut off at the first joint are on his very feminine hands, which are tipped with longish fingernails, painted with pale blue nailpolish. On his left ring finger is a pure silver band, with a teal crystal surrounded by ebony bands; the crystal on the ring seems to almost glow. His right hand is a bit twisted, as if crippled, and there seems to be some loss of function. On his upper body is a loose wifebeater, an off-white color, which shows how painfully thin he is. He's also wearing a pair of torn and faded jeans, the material threadbare and the jeans themselves a bit too big for him. Heavy, scuffed, steel-toed boots adorn his feet. Around his neck is a black leather dog collar with gold studs around it. He has one visible tattoo; "Damien" on the inside of his right arm, in red and black ink. His shoulders are a mess of whip and claw scars. Almost like perfume, he smells pleasantly but strongly of lilacs. Overall despite the shock factor you'd have to admit he was pretty if not handsome.