Terrifying, that is one word to describe the person before you. He stood at an impressive 6'6, making him tower above almost everyone about him, and every inch of his armored torso appeared to be designed to deliver death to whatever stood before him, and some who knew him, would argue he  may even go out of his way to deliver it to those whom weren't in his way. At his side a wicked looking scabbard held a viscious serated  scimitar that thrummed with magical energy and looked like it might be able to peirce through even the oldest of dragon's hides. Behind him, and usually in easy reach rested the mans shield, if it were not fashioned to his free arm, the visage of a bloodied, and cracked screaming skull emblazoned on the metals face, through some magical means or another, so that regardless what cleaved into it, the image was not interupted.

Should one see the man without his armor or token hood one, they'd find someone whom was defintiely not unattrative. Corded muscle seemed to cover his frame, which seemed to reek of physical stregnth, but not so much so that it would hinder his movement, and it was actually formed in a way that was quite pleasing to the eye. Each muscle seemed to be well defined on him, and the only thing that seemed to mar this image was a series of scars likely from battle that adorned his flesh.

On the right side of his abdomen a deep seated scar vertical scar was prevelant, and given the slightly smaller but still fairly large scar on the back on him in about the same position it was clear he had been run through at some point in his life. Moving up to those well defined pecs one could see a diagonal cut from a blade, likely an axe that had cut in to it through his armor at some point or another. Along his back another seires of tracks along his flesh from other weapons could be seen, about six in all of varying lengths, and make.

Moving up to the mans face, one would be surprised to see chiseled and pleasing features meeting their gaze. He seemed well groomed, which was a bit of a surprise given the terrifying vestments he chose to garb himself in. A well groome dbeard seemed to coat the lower have of his visage that followed along his jawline before merging with the sideburns that acted as a bridge between it and the well maintained tendrils of pitch that covered his head. He seemed to have an almost gentle and pensive expression on his face. Most of the time, anyway. However, those dark orbs of his radiated an intensity that seemed ready to explode at any moment and bring the world about him into ruin if it so suited him.