Strong conviction, and stubborn to his bone. He walks with a gait hinting at perhaps a wound in his past, his walk while stiff, does not indicate a cripple, but perhaps he favours one side when he walks ever-so-slighty. He arms and legs would be covered in a multitude of scars, and old wounds. His voice like gravel, from years of shouting, and his eyes resolute with steadfast, undying will. If one were to catch his gaze, they would notice a muted blue in his eyes, perhaps in a persistant state of wonder, and thought as they'd barely regard anyone with much notice. Once his attention was caught, he would much closer resemble a man of knowledge, and interest - if one could see through his unkept appearance.

He has lived a soldier's life, battled for many men, Lord and Fealty, he holds no bars to his goals, and holds no restraint in pursuing them. Often, he can be seen in dark cloths, and chains. A bauldric across his chest, holding a blade in a frog just by his hip, or a tabbard and a proper scabbard. Often upon his hip, next in line is a flask of whatever liquour he has come across today, perhaps leaving a hint of the odor at times depending on the drink.

His tone, and demeanor could closely resemble a Lord's servant, someone who has served for long and known his place to the world, only to be left estranged in a land foreign to his own desire.

LIGHTS: Ask, I'll respond.