Often throughout the whole day and far into night a short man of exotic appearance is seen sitting by Chez Léon, enjoying a cup of coffee and writing down verses and pieces to one of many plays under work. To those curious or interested enough to sit for a chat, he presents himself as an aspiring playwright and actor, going by the name Taniel. His clothes bravely mix together strong red and more muted, darker colors, in many places being skin tight, leaving little in question of his physical fitness. Conflicting with his near-perfect, smooth skin, long fingers and beautiful appearance of which many could fall jealous about, there's something that seems off in him. Something dangerous or hidden, to the expression adds in no small degree the red and black, curvy stripes or tattoos dancing down his forearms, that entangle together on the back of his hands. Like if coated to metal, sometimes his hair flashes in metallic reflection as sun hits it in just the right angle.
His lips and fingernails are both painted, most often to red, sometimes to black or brown colors. And for most of the time, his wide, feathered hat - the edges of which his pointed ears reach to touch - casts a shadow over his dark eyes as he leans over the sheet of paper infront of him.