Strapping and tall, the young bastard Lord Perenald may have been considered handsome if not for the two obvious disfigurements that marred his visage. Blind in one eye from the jagged scar than ran from the bottom of his forehead to the top of his cheek, the milky-white orb contrasted greatly with the blue-grey settled in the opposite socket. Immediately earning attention after the eye were his lips. Some deep wound left the right, upper corner of his mouth scarred, and warped his lips into a permanent snarl.

Weather-beaten skin, noticeably darker when compared to the rest of his body, a strong jaw riddled with stubble, high cheekbones, and a nose that had been broken more than a few times made up the rest of his facial structure. Overall, he bore the desired attractive features of nobility, but a few short years spent among the Perenald's mercenary company left those features second to the marring scars he'd worn.