A dark, dour and brooding man to the eye of those who merely look and do not appraoch. A silent guardian, though the only thing he guards is his own thoughts. He stands tall, though you sense he should be taller for the stock he comes from. Upon his feet and climbing to his knees are care-worn, subble leather, mud-spattered boots which appear to have never been clean since their making. His leggings are much in the same in the way of condition. Thin and light leather breechers covered by a thicker Dwarf make leathered skirt, pin-pricked and studded with large, tarnished metal studs, held about his wiast by a broad Dwarven belt. Upon his somewhat bearsome torso is a well crafted, and very well taken-care-of leather jerkin and tunic. Finely made with the best of curred-leathers and cloths. Bonds of leather, laced together with fine and delicate threads. About his broad shoulders, clasped at the neck, is a thick woolen cloak drapped from shoulder to boot. To it's mud caked bottom, many threads have let loose their bonds and become frayed. The clasp that sits dosile at his neck is large and circular, entwining inner-circles flow from centre to edge.

His face is weather beaten and marred by many lines that the weathers of this World have coused, making him appear somewhat older than he is. Sat upon his broodfull head is a thick mane of curling black locks, which cascade freely and joyfully about his face. Upon his jaw grows a thick, dark beard of unkempt condition - caged in it's bristles there often leaves and wood shavings. This Man's skin is olive in tone, perhaps of too many long days under the rays of the Sun or due to some heritage - he seems to dismiss the subject of his hair and skin colour with a soft grunt. At the end of his long and thick arms move scarred and worn hands, rarely taken care of. His right you can only count three fingers and one thumb.

His voice is softer than you would expect of a Man of his stature and apparant mood. But his striking blue eyes follow the same softness that sings in his voice.

This dour and dank looking soul has a depressed and brooding mood about him, but a wide smile is often seen dancing upon his lips. Often followed by a rolling chuckle. His words share a hint of wisdom, but he carries no aura of learnedness.

From this you can clearly divulge he is a Northman.