Darkened skin and standing at just a little over six feet, it was no doubt obvious this man held heritage from a hot climate some distance from the main city.  His hair was done up in dreadlocks; polished bone bands around each about mid-way along to keep out of his face.  Covering the entirety of his left side from neck to foot were hundreds of tatoos - each of varying designs and colours; and the many different styles suggested they had almost been 'collected' from far off places; though space on that side of his form seemed to be getting limited.

His form was toned; muscular, but not what could be called 'buff'.  It was apparent that while his body did have bulk - it had been conditioned to the point where very little fat (if any) could be found.  Indeed, the shape of the man was more akin to a runner than a warrior that spent years swinging battle axes and wearing armour.

The garments the man wore typically were of simple design - usually favouring somewhat loose-fitting clothes and he never seemed to be wearing any kind of traditional armour.  If one were to catch him without the garments; they would also find that the cloth hand-wraps that covered most of his palm and p to his elbows  along with the two bands about his biceps were never removed.

When he spoke, it was with a thick accent (OOC: Nigerian-like) though such an occassion was somewhat rare.  The man did not seem stand-offish or anti-social; but rather one might gather he simply did not say anything if there was nothing worth saying.  He carried himself with a somewhat relaxed stride, but hidden beneath that outward  appearance, he still seemed to hold an almost perfect balance - like he could stand on the toes of one foot and a dragon would be unable to push him over.