"In the wild lands beyond Bree there were mysterious wanderers. The Bree folk called them Rangers and knew nothing of their origin. They were taller and darker than the Men of Bree and were believed to have strange powers of sight and hearing, and to understand the language of beasts and birds. They roamed at will southwards and eastwards even as far as the Misty Mountains; but they were now few and rarely seen."

- J.R.R.Tolkien - (Lord of the Rings, At the Sign of the Prancing Pony)

High supple leather boots decorated his feet, often caked in mud from his wanderings the wilderness. His clothes were rusty greens and browns, with a long weather-beaten cloak of dark green  wrapped around him with a hood to protect him from the weather, along with hiding his face. Underneath the hood hides dark hair that is cut to his shoulders, and a beard that shows he does not get the luxuries that others may have. Grey eyes, like a dark mist, look out at you as sits in the corner of the Prancing Pony; no others sitting around him apart from the inn- cat that slept lazily on the stool next to him.

It seems that his only companion is a rough haired horse with a hide dark brown, with saddle bags burdening him. Not a horse of speed and power, but of great endurance that could ride for miles on end with little breaks for water and to regain his breath.

His possesions:

- Two daggers
- A bow and a quiver filled with arrows
- A spare cloak, a fading black.
- Oil and a whetstone to keep his blade sharp
- A flint and steel to light fires
- A needle and thread to repair clothes and skin
- Water-skin to hold his water
- Hook and line for catching fish
- Twine for repairing and snares
- Salt for seasoning