A Man of Dale, that is for sure, his hair reaches to just shoulder length and is a dirty blonde, to a light brown in color, certainly nothing too special. Usually he is unshaved, unless forced to by his father in the need to impress people, though more often than not what could be called a scruffy travelers beard resides on his face. He could be considered fairly handsome, nothing too special though not half bad to look at either, though he does not care much for his looks, often wearing worn though durable clothing not in the brightest of colors, lightened by their years of use and hand-me-downs. Underneath his brown eyelashes are a pair of light brown, almost honey colored eyes, and it is near these the only marks that tarnish his face lie: two faded scars that he gained from his first hunt with his father when they went to Lake Town together for the very first time, gained from the claws of a lynx. 

He is rather tall, and broad, his muscles lie mainly within his arms from rowing his boat, and hauling around his father's goods, though his legs are also strong from the many treks he has had to go on between the Kingdoms of the North. He is certainly durable and has plenty of stamina, that is one thing he is proud of.