Moderately tall, bulky man in his late thirties, muscular enough to suggest extensive physical training and experience, but not over reason - the figure of a fighter rather than a bodybuilding thug.

His hair is black, falling down onto his shoulders, not unkempt, but the comb doesn't appear an overly thorough visitor among it. Blue eyes, with a tendency of glaring coldly at people and things. Perhaps the most notable feature of the face, however, is a scar that splits the gondorian's face diagonally, right temple to the middle of his chin, not sparing the man's eye or lips, which looks rather eerie should he decide to scowl.

Usual attire appears little cared for, either a stitched travel coat or an equally ragged smithing apron. The armour he occasionally dons is less tattered - not polished to shine, but mantained really well, with all the dents and rips in the platemail repaired as soon as it is able. With whatever is able, making it look like a patchwork of many different suits of armour - all fitted well enough to not interfere with movements too much.