His face was narrow and slightly squared with a faint tan. It was framed by wispy brown hair that fell over almost both eyes. He wore a patch on his right eye and the remaining eye was a deep hazel that appeared to burn a fiery orange around the iris. He had a thick scar that started at the bridge of his nose down to his jawline, the wound itself had never fully healed leaving a pinky hue to the shiny tissue. His face alone told many stories, it had lost it's gentlemanly appeal and presented a handsome, rugged face kissed by the elements. He had the appearance of an outlaw. A pirate. He wore an unusual attire- the material was thick and shiny but not leather, though it appeared to be. A white skull and crossbones insignia covered the whole of his chest (he had no fear in proclaiming himself), the clasps of his cloak were also skull and crossbones. His boots were a deep brown and rather steampunk. He wore two dull gold belts- one held a pistol holster and another held a rapier that also worked as more firearms. The only real colour, apart from the insignia, was the scarlet red on the underside of his cloak. His colour choice allowed him to hide almost effortlessly.

He was nothing like what the digital advertisements and paper bounties presented, he wasn't just international criminal #99- he was magnificent...

"Don't move! Captain Harlock, you're under arrest for piracy, breaking the rules of your exile and countless other unlawful crimes across the galaxy". The pirate only seemed to stir, confused as the tranquilliser began to leave his system. Tranquilliser?

*note: like the summary says, this is a mixture of different Harlock series' and films with my own contribution which will probably screw it all up because I really am a bad fanfic writer haha!*