Just young fellow with greyed hair from stress. Aint nothing wrong with it.

One wounded eye is greyed from damage, but still works a little. The other one is light brown.

 His head of white is perched atop six feet and nine inches of bulked muscle. A greatsword slings across his back, and it wouldn't be hard for him to use it. 

Notably his face has suffered damage. One long, unbroken and unfortunately splitting gash wound scar runs from his forehead to his lower lip, mangling his mouth and brow. As it passes over his eye socket, its depth can be clear, as the damage has permanently caused his wounded eye to slightly protrude. His nose is crooked and pudged, as though broken time and time again, and whatever wounded him likely aged his features by a few years at least. 

His hands are large but notably he is kept clean. He wears a distinctive and almost aggravatingly bright white cloak on his back and around his shoulders. Typically seen in otherwise dark clothing and padded armor or chainmail, or even armored more fully.

He could be seen as grumpy, or perhaps just dryly calm. His reactions are mostly muted and unsatisfying to behold across such a horridly maimed visage.