A tattered tunic clings to an emaciated form, ravaged by long months of abuse. A man once strong has withered to near nothing, and now struggles even to walk. 
 His hair, once the hue of chestnut and flowing to his shoulders, has been cut, and what stubble now grows is now streaked with grey and white. His face, once strong and stern is now gaunt and pale, and hungry, scared eyes peer out from under his brow.
 Those who recognize him, quite the feat without his usual, cocky demeanor and beard, would know him to be Sewyn, a former member of the Bree Town Watch turned vigilante. He went missing some months ago, whither no one knows. But is this man still he?

Some weeks have passed since his ordeal, and he has begin to fill out, if only slightly. His hair, though short, has begun to grow back. Yet, he now walks with a slight limp.
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 Pale green eyes illuminate a sullen face, framed by silver-streaked, chestnut hair. Standing at an average height for a Bree-Lander, Sewyn is lean but well-muscled, with an accent which betrays his Archet heritage. Yet he speaks little of his youth in Archet, and even less of his time after leaving. Faded scars across his body hint at torture in his still-not-distant-enough past, a beard covering those which lie across his face.
 He may often be found wearing a nondescript tunic of plain cloth, his feet clad in leather boots. More often, however, is he likely to be wearing a chain hauberk adorned with the tabard of the old Bree Watch. Yet his tabard is tattered, torn and stained, and no longer worn within the regulations of the Watch.
 At his side once hung a simple blade, yet crafted from sturdy steel which he carefully maintained. He has lost that sword, and now carries another, a longsword of great craftsmanship with an ornate hilt.