From head to toe it can be seen at first sight that this man has been raised for war. His hair had once been running like silk with a blonde colour but has started to grow rough and changed with hints of silvering. He has few locks of braided hair but that is nothing different from his people. The mans skin his sun kissed from more time spent outdoors in the elements then inside. Cold blue icy eyes sit  far set back in his head and always hold a nasty look. The aged warriors teeth had faded yellow from his years alive but still he holds all of them within his mouth unlike other raiders who have had some knocked free normally his beard was well kept and only longer near the mustache and chin but since coming to Bree it has grown out and shagged.

Bjórstein's body was thick and strong like the northerners of home. His shoulder were broad and often wore a covering of bear fur around them though sometimes he wore leather around for protection. The aged mans chest was thick, seasons upon season of raiding had made him a strong man and his body showed it. A chain mail shirt was often if not always worn, it was cleaned and oiled frequently to keep a sharp look that as respected by men. Around most of the chain he wore pieces of leather or padded clothing so a hit would be less damaging to himself. Down his arms were dozens of arm rings, iron, silver, pewter, some even gold with gems boasting his loyalty and outstanding deeds done for people of wealth. His strong hands were covered with a leather set of gloves that had steel strips sewed into them for protecting wrist. Bjórstein's legs were the least bit covered and wore his chain mail shirt until it finished and a normal pair of pants but his boots were similar to his gloves that had metal covering to protect his shins and feet and even his toes.

One the warriors back was a long sewed cloak, in the wind a crest would wave and he wore it proudly. The crest of Firnstayn.