Standing above most human men at 6'10", it's clear even at a glance that Jasin's blood is mixed. High cheekbones and thin eyebrows frame bright, piercing green eyes that stare out between long, thick strands of obsidian hair; that gaze edging on feral, a wild man tamed and brought to heel under the rules of civilization. His jaw is wide, chisseled, and constantly under the cover of thick, rough stubble. Most often slow to move and slow to talk, both his words and his actions are deliberate and carefully calculated.

Usually clad in rich silks and linens, it would appear that he (Or someone else) has taken great pains to ensure that he can mingle with the most haughty of nobles.  Beneath those expensive garments was skin coppered in color and adorned with scars of beasts and blade alike, many of them deep. His shoulders were broad and his entire body thick with muscle - this was no merchant or noble that grew up with the luxury of wealth.