Lies, Deception, & Deceit

This is an example of what Chelsea and myself would like to see in the way of bios:

Casefile:  Walker
DOB:  year 5 in the reign of King Fairfax, summer
Place of Birth:  unknown
Education:  no formal schooling
Current Occupation:  caravan guard along the Highroad
Talents:  Skilled tracker, speaks many languages, excellent combatant
Last known location:  Great Eastern Desert
Personality:  Dependable & loyal, finds challenges/puzzles irresistable
Teamwork:  Leadership material, loner, needs proper motivation
Other:  Lives on edge, courts danger, can be reckless

Photo description from journal:  The old man tenderly opens the first book and flips through the pages until he finds what he seeks, a carefully-wrought portrait of a man of indeterminate age. His face is more square than round, with a few scars, though his expression is neither savage nor cruel. The portrait speaks not to the color of his eyes or hair, but the old man reads them to be green and blonde, respectively.

Physical Description (in 1st add):  The stranger pulled back the clasp of his cloak and let it fall at his feet. He pulled off gloves and hat and set them on the table. The messenger stared. Here, then, was the very man he sought! He was the very essence of the portrait. He looked to be about thirty years old, slightly taller than average, though on the thin side. He was clean-shaven though he looked as if he could use a bath, and his longish blonde hair was plastered to his head with sweat and dirt, darkening his features. He watched the messenger with amusement in his green eyes and a quirk in the corner of his mouth, as if he were used to being stared at. There was something indefinably foreign in his appearance, but the messenger couldn't put a finger on just what. Perhaps it was the slight tilt in the shape of his eyes, or maybe it was the impression he gave of steel and purpose, or possibly his manner of looking a person in the eye, as if he owned the world.