A grim and pale wanderer indeed. His height is one of the few things that are notable about him for he is undoubtedly taller than most men even by the reckoning of his own kin. A towering height enhanced by his noble and proud stance. His noble stature is often overlooked because of his modest attire. The man’s face has fine features, a handsome man in a ragged way his jaw and cheekbones are distinct yet his kind expression and genuine smile gives him a gentle  visage. His keen gray eyes are a testament to his lost nobility and lineage, the sheer radiance of them seems to offer a gap in to his myriad of thoughts. The hunter’s weather beaten face is covered by delicate wrinkles and a large scar across his face. His jaw and cheeks are covered by a brown stubble that matches his ash brown hair. This particular vagabond keeps his crinkly and oily hair pulled back behind his ears. The mans garb reflects the life that he has lived and continues to live; modest, harsh and haggard, with dark dyes of green, brown and gray. A hooded cloak is cast about this grim wanderer torn of toil and wear.  Detailed by sewn on patches of mismatching colors, a once olive dyed cloak now faded; only a hint of green remains. A simple quiver hangs by the side of this hunter as well as a bedroll and a large pack of equipment.  He can often be seen carrying  a  smooth longbow almost as tall as himself, simple in its design yet fine of craft. He uses tall and resilient boots of leather, often caked in mud and on occasion the mud has crawled up as far as his knees. By all accounts he appears to be nothing but a traveler that perhaps has traveled one road too far except for one odd piece of jewelry which he can not bare to lose. This ornament is a silver brooch shaped as a many-rayed star which is clasped on his cloak, resting on his left shoulder. Fashioned as the Mariners Star this badge of honor serves as a symbol of his oath and of the nobility from which he descend.