Aenwulf is a lithe, nimble man of Rohirrim descent, yet he barely reaches six feet tall like many of his brethren. His features are grizzly, hawkish and harsh; marked by answering the call of war and painted with thick dirt brown hair and a unkempt beard to accompany. 

The rangers attentive cerulean orbs frame his youthful age and with it, examine what he regards with great attentive detail - nothing escapes his ever watchful gaze. The man is shawled and concealed in dark pelts and boiled leather that shield him from the cold and vindictive elements of Middle-Earth, as well as masking the scars of his trade.

Wielding a shortbow, elegantly crafted by his own hands, it'd sling over his shoulders alongside a leather quiver; always filled with steel-tipped arrows. A hunters dagger is subtly tucked beneath the hem of his belt, while his trusty blades remains concealed by an ordinary scabbard either side of his waist.