Wunjo

A rough looking sort that most people in more civilized parts of the world would confuse for a brigand that has had quite some success in his line of misdeeds based on his confident stare and somewhat dangerous smile. Archaic in the eyes of the Eorlings, primitive in the eyes of the Bardings and someone to steer clear of as far as the Elves are concerned.  

His posture is robust and inclined to come over as challenging, years of hard toil are shown in his physique. His eyes are blue as thunder clouds full of insolence and unspoken thoughts. His hair red as an active furnace folded into a long fishtail of a braid, which adds to the feral quality of his presence. From his chin dangles a forked beard in three downward spikes. His neck is marked by hooked symbols colored in a red hue that remind the studied of runes.

For all that his clothing is stylish and well kept provided he isn't on some distant journey. Once more one can see touches of how his isolation allowed time to stand still in comparison to his kinsmen that have close contact with Dwarves to the east or travelers to the west. His favorite tunic is long and red reaching till up above his knees and kept in place with a belt loosely fastened over his waist. His favorite trousers are baggy between belt and knees until below where they are almost skintight and usually covered with wool leg bindings for warmth and beneath that naturally a pair of sturdy walking boots made of wolfskin. To mark distinction between the varying communities he wears an orange cloak on his shoulders as do most men of his particular tribe. To most eyes it seems as if he walked right out of a story of their great great grandfathers.