A towering man of six feet and seven inches, with a sturdy frame and a good set of muscles, and enough body fat to not look like a sculpted statue. Long, jet-black hair drape down to the middle of his shoulder-blades, and a chin curtain of matching colour completes the frame around his face, the skin of a healthy tan. Under his bushy eyebrows glimmers a pair of strangely vibrant green eyes, shining as if by their own light. And here his pleasant traits end. His large nose is crooked as a result of breaking several times, and even before that it was already slightly off to the right. The whole face is visibly asymmetrical: the right cheekbone is slightly higher than the other, the brow follows that same line, and although the beard is long enough to conceal it his left jaw is bigger - and also lower - than the right. Furthermore, his forehead is quite high, and his lips are somewhat too wide for the size of his face.
His teeth are all made of gold, save for a lower right canine and an upper right incisor, and his upper left incisor has a bezel holding a diamond.
He has a tattoo on his right shoulder: a sun with a face. As simple as that.
His voice is not particularly deep, but it's remarkably full, bright and powerful. Few would find it even mildly unpleasant.
 

He is visibly armed most of the times, wearing a mean, wide-bladed knife at his hip. Swords are uncomfortable, he realised. Is it all the weaponry he carries? Probably, or probably not. But if there is anything else, it surely is hidden well.