A well muscled man in his forties, his hair is slowly shifting from salt and pepper to grey, framing his face in waves. Despite this, bright blue eyes survey his surroundings alive with curiosity and life. His skin is deeply tanned, the sign of a man used to being beneath its heat. A chiseled expression that takes easily to a rakish grin as much as stern concentration, he walks with a casual confidence. The walk of a man who knows danger could be around every corner, and he is ready to for it, eager even.

His beard neatly trimmed and clothing well maintained, he looks comfortable in most social situations with an aura of practiced authority. A flintlock is sheathed in his belt alongside a variety of blades. Garbed in comfortable clothes that allow for practical movement, he appears a well traveled gentleman with the roughness of years beginning to show.

However there are moments when his expression shifts, or a shadow crosses his features where the hints of an inner savagery are revealed. Brief, flickering, so swift you aren't even sure it was there.