Simon Midwinters stands above the average height for a Bree-Lander, though not quite as tall as those rangers who come to town from time to time and he wears a fighting-fit body structure as an obvious result of deliberate training and physical labour. His visage is struck with a hooked nose and a long, angular face with sharp edges made to appear longer by his ginger beard. His features appear adequately groomed though he strives for nothing more than the presentable average in that department.
  When not found dressed in his uniform, he dresses in attire attributed to the lower middle classes(or lower) of Bree-folk, absent any jewelry or any defining features save for the ones that make him Simon Midwinters. He easily appears to be somewhere in his earlier thirties and hasn’t matured like fine wine.

Long nights of quiet nothingness have conditioned Simon to moods of brooding quietness, which can certainly come across as a grumpiness with little in the way of warmth to show. Though he is comfortable in his head spaces he doesn’t seem to mind certain softer exchanges with fewer participants who require little energy from him. However, his mood can swing from calm to severe in moments when called for. Among his colleagues, he is known for having a sudden temper that he struggles with when dealing with certain individuals, while others might receive an unexpected degree of patience and even empathy from him.

You might catch him moodier or more conversational after a few drinks, in which he is prone to indulge during his free time - sometimes too much so.