A man of great size is what you would first notice. Almost unmatched from what people of Bree-land would have ever seen. At first glance he could almost be mistaken for a great beast or bear from his thick hair and many fur pelts he wears as clothing. His hulking frame is one of a warrior, broad shoulders, thick arms yet a large belly. Clearly this middle aged man has not been shy to hard labor .. his muscles well worked and have the girth to prove or even his legs that have carried his monstrous frame for all his life.

A thick dark brown, almost black hair covers most of his head and face. Few twisted and tied braids lay pulled back along his hair. His beard large and wild with two long braids that are held together by iron bands. Though most of his face is covered you can still see his weathered skin. The sun has burnt most of his skin in past seasons and the wind and earth had beaten away at the rest. Few scars and other old wounds have left little white lines on his arms, chest, legs and face .. if you get a chance to see them. On his chest and palm he carries some markings like his younger brother has. 

Unlike the others in his tribe he wears many furs, no single pelt would be able to cover such a large body. Many are of past kills he now wears as trophies. A warg head can most likely be seen on him in his long travels or even in battle. Not until Bree-land has he ever wore boots, now the fur covered feet make him standout a little less. 

Getting to know the brute you can understand quickly that he is rather dull and not the brightest. It is said his father gave him great strength but offered his younger brother his wisdom and cunning. Loud speaking and normally rude when talking to new folk he cares little if he insults one or many around him. Especially fond of women he normally seeks out the stronger looking type .. speaking of one who would give him many sons. Quickly to anger yet quickly to forget his absent mind often wanders from this and that .. but never to far from the thought of food.