Eric Sten cuts an imposing figure, built like someone who has spent a lifetime surviving the brutal wilds of Faerûn. He stands broad-shouldered and thickly muscled, his frame marked by old scars that speak of countless battles rather than vanity. His brown hair is worn long and often tied back roughly with leather, though loose strands fall freely around his face when the wind catches them.

His bright blue eyes are strikingsharp and alert, carrying both the cold focus of a seasoned warrior and the restless energy of someone who trusts instinct over comfort. His skin is weathered and tanned from long exposure to the elements, with a rugged, unpolished look that fits his life beyond the reach of cities.

Erics features are strong and blunt rather than refined: a square jaw, a slightly crooked nose likely broken more than once, and a permanent tension in his brow. He typically dresses in practical furs and worn leather, favoring mobility and durability over ornament, with a heavy weapon never far from reach.