Nicolas is dust and presence. A long, canvas coat. Sturdy black pants. Road-worn boots, held together by strips of leather. Old brown shirt. He wears a makeshift keffiyeh to keep the desert at bay. Leather gloves, no trigger fingers.
Though well-traveled in some of the most inhospitable terrain the world has to offer, Nicolas retains his youth beneath a layer of grime. Back straight. Reverse-holstered pistols at his waist. A post-apocalyptic cowboy.