Aquila was a towering man, his muscular physique honed with years of brutal training. 52 years old. His ice-blue eyes glinted coldly in the dim light, and his face was hardened by his dark past. Dark hair framed his face, always looking slightly disheveled, as if he'd just come from a fight. His presence alone commanded respect, and there was an aura of danger that seemed to cling to him like a shadow.