You see before you a large, usually armoured, scarred ebony-carved face with a cocky grin of his filed teeth visible on the rare occasions the man goes unmasked, the dreadlocks hair usually washed and perfumed with cheap incense-like scent. Always adorned with several weapons hanging and hidden around his body save the most formal events, this simple-muscle looking man is betrayed by his eyes - weathered with experience beyond his age, always keenly observing the arena, capable of noticing when there's a need for displaying basic manners, and where a clenched fist'll buy more respect. The man's muscular torso is covered in many scars, especially his back, with visible whip scarring. If prepared to fight, the man's wear'd change a bit - he'd paint his face to resemble a skull, or even wear one, and adorn his armour with various dark fetishes of Old Faith believer.