A bruiser of a man. Middlingly tall and with the hard-packed density of a brawler. Dark skin concealed the first hints of age on his face, but the salt-dash grey in some of those long knots of hair gave away that he was no spring chicken. A gold canine tooth is often shown when he grins; the original likely lost at the same time as his nose was flattened in one too many times, but still with the squareness of that jaw and powerful hunch of his shoulders, he'd probably been handsome.