Tall, broad, dark haired and deep-tanned skin, this large man has a somewhat brutish appearance. Not helped much by his dresscode which seems to linger between something Conan t. Barbarian and your average post-apocalyptic gang member.

His jaw is set squarly on his face, and features often a two-day stubble. Teeth seem to shine quite brightly on his darkly-tanned face though, helped by having a single, gilded tooth in his upper row. The eyes, despite his ruggish appearance, peer rather keenly into the world, perhaps indicating that he may have some wits about him. His hair is usually a half-curled rugged mess that not so much falls from, but holds tightly onto his scalp.

His body is one of a sprinter, all power, little stamina. It comes with oddly keen reflexes though, which might be somewhat of a surpise since he likes to wield a greatsword with both hands in wild cumbersome swings.
Chest and shoulders broad and muscled, his arms are no different. His tanned skin, often exposed in various places hold a few scars here and there. Obviously a side-effect of having lived a life of fighting and training to fight (often in that particular order, hence the scars).

His voice is a deep resonant one, with a raw edge to it. Most likely from shouting abusive things about his opponents mom while he's busy swinging his blade and getting hit by theirs.