Looking at this obviously human man, the first term to spring to mind would probably be "built like a brick shithouse."

Standing at an even six feet in height, or close enough, his unkempt - though clean - hair is cut about medium length. His face is rough and angular, weather-beaten and worn, but set in friendly and open expression. His eyes are easily the most attractive feature in an otherwise average visage; they're bright and intelligent, the irises the same faded blue as the great ice fields of the northern lands. Aside from a crook in his nose indicating it has likely been broken at some point in the past, there really isn't much else of note.

Looking further, however, leaves little doubt as to how this man makes his living, or where his skills lie. His body is thick with the iron-hard muscle of a professional warrior, hardy and strong; a body made for stamina and strength over speed.
Broad shoulders lead into arms as big around at the bicep as some men's thighs, and forearms like cords of wood. His hands are equally large, with thick fingers that seem made for holding heavy weapons. A big barrel of a torso leads into relatively narrow hips and legs that look like a pair of tree trunks. Whatever lies between them, though, is always well-hidden by loose trousers or armor plate.

Should someone approach, they'd quickly discover this fellow to be of a friendly disposition, quick to smile or let out a booming laugh, assuming the joke's any good of course. The lingering tinge of accent in his unsurprisingly deep baritone voice would, if the listener were knowledgeable of such things, mark him as likely being from the far northern lands.

         .:Traffic Lights:.

Hah, no. Fuck lights; they take all the mystery out of things. Either come over and RP or shoot me a /tell if you're just dying to know something about me/my character/whatever.