Tall and proud of bearing, his graying locks shorn upon shoulders that seem perpetually braced under the weight of invisible armour. His eyes, instead of the sea-grey common among Men of Gondor, are a steely blue, reflecting some mixed ancestry. Lines on his face tell of years witnessed and losses weathered, while the faded scar that mars one side and runs down his nose hints at battles fought and valor wrought.

He is often seen in a curious uniform, old but well-kept, bearing a device of some strange beast from lands far away; at such times a sword of foreign make may also be seen at his side, which he wears with all the easy calm of one old in war. Those that have traveled may recognize the device as the head of a mûmakil, the great war-beast of the Harad, and the blade as a Haradrim scimitar. These are, in truth, keepsakes of his military service beyond Anduin which he has chosen to bear in the North as a mark of his past as a veteran soldier.