A very tall, dark skinned man. His build is lean, slightly muscular, without any apparent fat. Probably somewhere in his mid-thirties if you had to guess.
You may have a feeling he is only a man in appearance though, for his eyes seem quite out of place for a representative of the mankind.
The oddly gilded orbs are as sharp as the most keen of blades, piercing deep into whatever they happen to focus upon, confidently. Sometimes it appears as if these eyes of him are motioned in the manner of golden shifting sands. How curious...
A vertical scar (about 5cm length) slithers over his right cheekbone, tainting an otherwise regular face. It has faded with time but still remains clearly noticeable from a close distance.
His behaviour and manners are generally that of a calm and respectful man, often approachable and rather easy to converse with. His general controlled posture and gestures might hint at a military past.
A subtle limp of the left leg gives his gait a proper, identifiable trait. Sometimes his hands and arms appear slightly trembling, though this may not result from nervousness, since the man seems so peaceful most of the time. Perhaps the reason he will usually keep his arms crossed behind his back.