What do you see?  A simple fighter - simple, not exactly stupid, mind you - well built, fit, armoured and strong.  He has a touch of a rakish charm to him, a sort of down to earth attitude born of his time spent on the road, far from places of learning and culture.  Despite that, he is no lout - the road, it would seem, is its own teacher, as it allows for a great deal of time for introspection and self realisation.

A little over six feet tall, he has a rangy, muscular build, the result of trudging along in armour for miles at a time, most likely, as well as a collection of scars - as trudging along on said road does have its fair share of dangers.  His armour is well worn, and looked after, but its armour of practicality rather than show, designed to be both protective and hard wearing, rather than ostentatious.

He is handsome enough, in an unshaven, ragged hair kind of way - hair cut with a dagger blade no doubt, when it was convenient.  His eyes are dark blue, his grin easy to come by and showing bright, even teeth.

He likes a drink, likes good company, and has a knack for getting into more trouble than he can handle.