Race: Dúnedain (Dúnadan)

Age: 67 (sixty seven) 30-ish (on sight)

Skin tone: Medium white
 

Height: 1.9m 6.2f
 

Overall appearance at first sight: A man that looks to be in his mid thirties of tall and very agile features as he so often traverses very long distances on foot. Clean-shaven head, with few visible scarrings across his face and a rough stubble that's not really in concert with his hair as it's growing very fast, therefore sporting a not so upkept look at most times. 

He himself prefers a mix between black, gray and dark green when it comes to his garment colours, given the nature of where he is whether it's a foresty or snowy terrain it all varies on what would he wear. In the normal occasions a lether jerkin with a  brooch of silver shaped like a rayed star pinned upon his cloak strap, there's other necessities with him of course...

save; an additional fur cloak he uses not only for wearing and sleeping on it but as a bag for his bow, quiver, extra sword, flint and steel for fire, whetstone and oil, water bottle, salt, hook and line, twine for snares and repairs in general.

To anyone seeing him for the first time, it would've been obvious he's one of the Ranger-folk, for he rarely speaks in public, draws attention to himself or act foolishly and dishonestly. Keeping the overall appearance pulled back and hidden underneath his heavy dark-green cloak.
 

Occupation: "Ranger"; Scout, Informant, Spy - roaming East far as the Misty Mountains and West to the borders of Ered Luin, secretly collecting information on all sorts of strange malities in the woods and the wildlife, dealings of brigands and other bandits as well as movements of  the Dark Lord servants in all of West (Eriador). Traveling alone at all times he takes no other contracts outside of his service as a Ranger, staying well out of business of mercenary work for he cares very little about material wealth.