Pale skin sets the mood for this unattractive teen's appearance. His slim face is speckled with boyish freckles and more than a few pimples. A small salvation might be gained from his strong chin and high cheekbones if the unorganized cedar mop crowning his head didn't counter them so completely. Below his sun-speckled face stretch long and lanky limbs almost devoid of muscle or grace. The only positive effect this lack of body mass may afford is that the bits of hard won muscle clinging to his frame are all the more visible.

Purple silver and black weave together around Mesh's shoulder. Runing through this twist is a still bright white string marking the wearer as a Xanadu Weyr candidate.

Light sisal shows its natural shades as it drapes over the narrow shoulders and torso. The plain fabric has been tailored into a cool and serviceable shirt that stops evenly at the upper thigh. Emerging from under the short sleeved tunic are twill shorts the color of rust, one of the few shades that doesn't war with this boy's carrot top complexion.

Meshach looks to be in his late teens.