This is clearly a warrior of the less than civilised sort, apparently a human, and unusually familiar with foreign lifestyles and traditions unlike his seemingly xenophobic relatives from the north. He's normal height for a man of his descent and approriately well toned in muscle. He his favoured weapon is his broadsword, well-decorated, but it's not a decoratation. With that and a small wooden shield to keep the edge of axes from his wrists, he relies mostly on the skin on his meat and the strength of bear that is granted to him by it's pelt which rests on his shoulders. Thus, no armour is worn, and he makes it clear wearing only the lightest linens, to prevent him from being weighed down by heavy metal maille. His attitude isn't much unlike his appearances, bold and rugged, yet, he has a love for mead that seems to bring him to a calmer state to which he's conversible without deadly consequence. Loyal, relentless, he is a fearsome presence regardless of ones stance with him, but needless to say, he is not a foe anyone would seek alone.