Wandering aimlessly after the big battle was lost, along with his Emperor.

Not so young anymore but still big enough to get some nervous looks and a few outright stares from most who meet him.

He's six foot four and over four hundred fifty pounds (almost two metres and two hundred and ten kilos) and a stern yet sad face, how he stays so heavy on a diet of rice, broth and kumiss is anyone's guess.

He isn't Chinese, Japanese or a Mongol, his land is far beyond the mountains and he's resigned himself to not seeing it again.

For SRP: He's not against it but doesn't really expect to win any fair maidens in this strange land, not now that he's gotten old and big and his Emperor is gone so he doesn't even have a position anymore, although what the fates hold for men and women isn't for them to know until it comes to pass and even then strange things are known to happen.