Bersvir stands at around 6'10", built like a house, and with his girth is truly a monster of a man. His weatherworn face betrays him to be middle-aged, as it contains nicks and scars from countless battles as well as the rugged effects of one that has stood the test of time, over his left eye is a strange blue tattoo running up an inch or so and down a couple of inches below his eye, both ends are pointed. Adding to his imposing stature is his armor, a fine, yet rugged and old scaled tunic is often enough all he wears, the appearance and style are old and strangely unfamiliar. But it is kept in pristine fighting shape and looks to be strong enough to turn away even the worst of blades. Around his shoulders even in the dead of summer is the hide of a brown bear, sewn and wrapped creating a thick pauldron over his shoulders. The fur of it is matted and older as well, this kill was long ago from the looks of it. Often enough when one looks at him, they might see a little iron necklace with a half-moon around his neck, worthless from a selling standpoint... To finish it all off, his choice of weapon varies, but most often one will see him with no weapon other than a hunting dagger in his belt and a pair of black iron gauntlets with little steel spikes on the knuckles, each one about half an inch long, enough to do serious damage in a punch. He has a deep voice, heavy and accented with an unknown northern accent, but it is a pleasant voice, easy on the ears one might say, even though at times he can be quite moody and irritable, though never towards kids. When one looks at him or talks to him they might question his experience and skill in war, but dark gray eyes speak differently, showing a lifetime of battles fought and enemies defeated. And when it's a fight on one's hands... The cold, brutal, and trained warrior he truly is comes forward, presenting a very dangerous and experienced foe.