A human male in his mid-twenties, standing around 180 cm tall with a build one would most commonly find on a hunter, lean and flexible rather than the abundance of muscle one would find on a typical heavy armor warrior. His skin has been roughened by the elements and there is clear strength in his hands - testiment to a life spent outdoors.

He still carries the same unkempt appearance, a few celtic braids in his hair, though he would usually be clean and well-kept in appearance. His natural scent has a curiously 'cool' hint of ice, fresh snow or perhaps mint.

Those who knew him before might notice a change in Westan. No longer as gregarious as he once was, he seems to have become a bit more pensive and introspective. He still has his trademark accent and grin however, and it seems all the wider these days - as if he was terribly amused at it all. His eyes often take on an almost predatory stare when he focuses on someone, and when he walks it is with the sure and stalking gait of a wolf or hunting cat.