An enormous, almost bear like, man stands before you. At a generous 6'7'' tall he walks with an air of superiority around him, clearly not one that socialises with ease. His blue eyes pierce straight through the darkest of night, clearly being seen from underneath his hood. This man is old, assumed by most to have already seen the beginning of his fiftieth summer, yet he rarely talks about it, maybe even ashamed of it. His voice is commanding and fearful to some, he is obviously used to handing out orders and being saluted to, perhaps giving away his military background. His broad shoulders and thick arms leave it open for debate whether or not this man has seen battle, or is just a lumberjack by life. The latter could be easily thrown out because of the arms he wears, his shoulders carry the weight of a large sword strapped across his cloak. From his belt a large dagger hangs in a worn out sheath, giving the appearance it has been used regularly.