Clad in a worn chestpiece wrought of steel and wielding a yet unpainted round shield along with a spear who's blade has a few notches in it, Oscred was never one to see the importance of equipment maintenance, claiming that the greatest threat his village would ever see was a wayward sack of barley or a stack of hay. Though wearing slightly less well maintained armor has never stopped him from performing his duty. As green as he may be, the straw blonde farmer's son makes up for his lack of skill with a hearty doze of ambition. 

His body and face show no nasty reminders of previous battles, albeit that he usually keeps himself covered up. The lack of battle scars doesn't phase him one bit, far be it from him to complain about the safety of his home.

Perhaps one day that will change, though only time can tell.

Art used is not mine, I just frankensteined it.