Description: Crowned by hair of a moderate-to-light blond color, this undeniably male figure stands somewhere around average height. Something around six feet if one had to make a guess. His posture is not particularly great, either. The hair atop is head hangs down to about the placement of an angular jaw, and is sometimes tucked behind his ears. His blue eyes are somewhat beady and subtle cracks of age show faintly around them. His left cheek sports two thin diagonal scars. A somewhat hooked nose is prominent on his face, seemingly to have once been broken, set over thin lips and a rather stout chin make up his features. His weathered skin does a good job of making him as someone near or over 'the hill' of age and the usual stubble upon his face does nothing to assist. His hands sport light callouses and a few scars, prone to tucking themselves into pockets when available.

Personality: Somewhat reserved or quiet to those who are not counted among his friends but not uncaring as one may easily mistake. There are some topics or issues which can bring a much more vocal and assertive side of him to the surface. The bustle of crowds is not something he seems to be fond of. His trust can be hard to gain but just as hard to lose. He may seem cynical but seems to want to believe people are acting with good intentions but has often been disappointed.

Background: Born in the lower boroughs, that is what Canaan spent a majority of his life. His father passed due to illness at an age he was too young to really recall, raised by his mother in majority. Too trusting at a young age he had an incident that left him somewhat untrusting despite his mother's insistence that people, as a whole, were good. It was a nice sentiment but not exactly easy to believe. His inquisitive nature brought him into brushing with the unsavory side of law led to some unfortunate outcomes and the wagging finger of his mother. In adulthood he married for a number of years before divorce came about and left him a bit weary (and quite late in the game) of further romantic pursuits, It was not long after he lost his mother to natural causes. Still.his curious nature often lead him down figurative rabbit-holes simply because not knowing the answer could become a persistent itch in the back of his head until at least attempting to look into those things with due caution toward things one generally shouldn't pry into. This natural desire to know and the irritation of lingering unknowns has lent his naturally developed skills toward helping out others when the price is right, even if it's as simple as finding proof of infidelity.