A tall and lean man, of a build not of an olympian but rather of a capable man. Tanned skin, weathered by time outdoors in the extremes of enviroment, toned body muscled as necessary for the lifestyle he lives, scars decorating his body speaking of injuries, at a glance he would seem not to be much at a glance save prehapse from the eyes of a fellow adventurer, whom would see beyond the simple appearance to the hard eyes of a man whom has survived far more then one ever should.

Steely eyes, the color of cornflowers on a hard face, handsome in an ageless way, he could from just a glance be a young man or be simply a youthful man, though his gaze and stance would indicate the latter to the former. His shaggy sandyblond hair is cut just slightly irregularly, seemingly trimmed as necessity dictates to trim it from where it would be an annoyance rather then a coif for appearances.


He walks with a light step, not seemingly light footed but rather capable, the refined reflexes of a swordsman or a hunter, the confident stride of a master of his enviroment. His garb simple, utilitarian and meant for surviability and to last rather then to impress.