The man stood over six feet tall, clad head to toe in a heavy suit of armor that must have, at one point, indicated he must have been a successful warrior. The armor's damaged face, covered in scarred lines and knobbly dents that had been inexpertly hammered back out showed that such success must have been inconsistent. He carried shield and heavy boarding axe in a style reminsicent of northern mercenaries, and they too carried the ravages of battle across their stained surfaces - every turned away sword blow a story of success and every splotchy stain one of someone's failiure.