Bergvarr is giant of a man, standing at nearly seven and half feet at the moments where he doesn't have to hunch to spare his head beating from the ceiling. But what makes him appear truly huge is his massive build, most very tall men tend to be lanky but this one is built like a bear and muscled as a prize bull. He is hulking brute for sure and some may doubt there is only blood of men running in his veins even though aside of his size he appears perfectly human.

He is also grizzled, in about every possible meaning of that word, his hair and beard coloured of pepper and salt gray make him appear much older upon first impression but his physical shape and lack of any other marks of aging give clue that he's in his late twenties at most. He's gruff and grumpy all the time, but not angry or ranting, rather the opposite as he seems to posses stoicism of a rock. His size, morose calm and slow speech often gives people first impression of dumb giant but those who know him better usually realize that while pattern of his mind is rather... odd at times fact that he doesn't talks much gives him a lot of space for thinking. It is far from being the only weird thing about this giant.

He's hairy as a bear yet his hair are never tangled and his beard remains trimmed and clean. Sometimes smell of soap lingers on him but most often it is covered by smell of mead and clove pipeweed as one may think he follows simple belief that when you're as manly as this you can eat, drink and smoke about the sweetest things in the middle earth without feeling insecure about it.

His voice is fitting, gruff and very very deep, rumbling and rolling in his wide chest as he speaks slowly, its voice that could easily be booming yet nearly all the time remains quiet, calm, dry yet oddly melodic, maybe it is all that mead he drinks but there seems to be certain honey-like quality that makes bards wish they could get this basso profondo in one of their lyrical epics, too bad he seems to hate music and his voice is most of the time lost wasted on wide variety of grumbles.

Most of the times this behemoth can be seen wearing some sort of armor, be it his traveling laminated armor or uniform of the watch which looks as if it had been hastily enlarged to fit the giant. On his belt are hanging two massive dwarven greataxes, clearly two handed weapons by original design, one which seems recently reforged and repaired and sometimes on his back hangs leather quiver and simple hunting longbow. It appears both he and his equipment had their fair share of combat, the most recent and noticeable mark of which being very thick jagged scar crossing his entire face, it appears fairly recent and actually quite lethal, ever for someone of his endurance.