Musclebound and almost always wearing the picture of indifference upon his features, this fellow'd look far more comfortable on the battlefield than whatever lamp post, pillar or support beam he could at any given time be keeping held up.


The hood which was never far from it's rightful place draped atop his head would betray it's concealing depths rather well, with a errant strand of platinum hair that found it neccesary to drape and fall lazilly out of place to obscure the set of piercing, swirling and gold, unblinking depths of his gaze that flittered and flicked between random passerbys as they entered the male's gaze. Hardened, lacking any real emotion.. void of feeling and compassion, 'twould appear this gent had seen far too much in his lifetime to truly give a care about most things or people.


Draped across his aforementioned bulky, massive and toned tanned flesh was usually one set of armor or another, and despite his non-chalant and uncaring stare and response to mostly anything, there was that air about him that denoted the fellow was ready to snap, jump or strike at whatever threat that might make itself readily apparent at a moment's notice. The towering figure stood just shy of 6'5", looming over most and carrying himself with all of the confidence and haughtiness of one of the more principled, or nobleblooded individuals.


His visage though, would not lend itself well to assume the fact that the chap'd grown up spoiled and coddled, but that he simply earned that right by whatever challenge he himself thought passed. A feral sharpness, and rugged look to his features, it'd still maintain all of that beauty and youth etched into the face beneath the cowl.