Muscle and sinew bind a form that could only have been forged in the harsh wilds. His skin is marred with the nicks and scars of many battles fought against both beast and man.

His black hair is cut just short of touching his shoulders in functional fashion more than any intentional style; as practical as the man that grew it.

Strong hands bear light hair on their backs, with rough palms and scarred-kissed knuckles.

Standing in his intimate space, one can smell the scent of earth, wood-smoke, and sweat. A life spent away from civilisation leaves a mark for all the senses.