The blue-grey of the Western sea is in his eyes, and he stands at six foot and four inches, tall, in spite of a sligtly hunched look, as if he bore a great weight upon his shoulders. Of inderteminable age, he would seem from first glance to be a man in the prime of  his physical strength, untouched by the long winter of old age. His fair features are marred by a long scar that runs across his face.

He is clothed simply; a simple woodsman or travelling vagabond would not look amiss in his company, nor would he stand out amidst the growth and branches of his beloved woods.

He wears no token or jewellery that can be seen, save only a small seven pointed star that can sometimes be glimpsed, bound tightly about his neck and for the most part, hidden beneath the folds of his clothing.