"Press the advantage!”

This man, on first glance, is a completely normal human male. However, deeper inspection reveals… Well. Nothing. He is a completely normal human male, bereft of planar or magical blood or influence. He’s also built. Absurdly well built, with that mountainous muscle that accumulates around the shoulders and neck, giving him an almost unbelievable mass. His arms are brawny, his legs powerful and his chest barreled. It’s all slow, heavy muscle, however, making his steps heavy and loud. In many ways, he’s like the mountain he evokes - slow to move, but powerful and unyielding.

He’s also pretty short. Barely scraping five and a half feet. Maybe less of a mountain and more of a particularly well rooted shrub.

He’s often well groomed. What can be seen of his hair is well taken care of, oiled and styled, giving a lustrous shine to his black hair. He sports a swept hairstyle, parted off to the right, which has a boyish bounce when he moves it just right. His eyes are deep sapphires, surprisingly gentle despite his build. They radiate a friendly, warm demeanor which sometimes borders on fatherly.

That’s kind of the other thing - he appears to be at least be in his forties. His hair has tinges of gray, giving him a silver fox look. And his mustache is completely grey. Despite this, his eyes are aware and shine brightly with hope and idealism, and his body moves fluidly enough. He also smells faintly of vanilla.

His outfit completes the look. He typically wears well tended armored, polished but not garish, with practical equipment, giving him the look of an old chivalric knight. He also has a coat of arms on his shield of a black mastiff standing before a yellow sun. For some reason, he also dons a mask for some reason, but it only covers his upper face. What’s up with that?