Mane and Tail:
Both are cut short, and by hoof as well. It's clear the cut was made to be functional, and keep any hair
Eyes: Hazel, nearly to the point of being gray. But they still retain a strong quality of gold.
His body is nearly totally white, like a somepony who hasn't seen enough sun. He is built with strong legs and wings, but is close enough to adolescence to retain some of the features inherent to it.
Thrasi wears a black vest with a singly pocket. He also wears steel-toed work shoes.
A triangle connected to a hexagon connected to a pentagon. It's a mark that even not even Thrasi could tell you the meaning of.
Adult, but just barely.
Overall reclusive. Easy to approach and talk to, but he's the kind of pony that won't easily let go of any real information. If he isn't approached he is generally distant and detached.
Likes and Dislikes:
Likes alcohol and dislikes valuable gemstones with a fiery passion.
Thrasi grew up never knowing his mother or father. His colthood was ... intense, to say the least. But he came out of it with a mental and physical strength that most of the ponies around him couldn't muster.
After his abilities began to show themselves his adoptive family home schooled him in some roughly in a few mental disciplines. But particularly psychology, the basics of how most ponies think.
Armed with only his schooling and physical ability, he's set loose on the streets of Manehattan.