A rather tall, brutish looking man, he had a short, irate look about him most of the time. Standing just over six feet, his broad chest rippled with muscle and effort, oft covered in a gentle sheen of sweat. That heavy, musky man didn't seem bothered by much anything beyond his usual surly look. Oft adorrned with furs and teeth, it was clear this man heralded from the tribes or barbarians of the wild, though clearly having spent time in cities, as he wasn't a completely uncouth wildman.

His hair was short, cropped, and his face was weathered and beaten from sun and weather. Scars, and various other wounds dotted his face most days. Wulfren's body often had a thick musk of body odour about him, even if he did wash now and then, it didn't seem to do a luck of good, the lingering smell of spilled seed and sweat permeated his frame.

Lights

When I have more time.