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As mighty like a stump, and unmoved like mountains, that was an exaggeration worthy of his figure. The man stood tall and enormous as he did with his broad shoulder. His arm posted a very robust figure and built posture, not few of his unkempt hair resting around from his forearm to the very palm and slightly appearing in his yet sweeping fingers. To the chest was a no exception that he bore no slight hair in his chest, for his chest were covered in many of it, covering his bulky chest that even it bulged beneath the grazing grasses of hair, yet this was a rarely sight, for the man took a great care and trim the beard of balanced proportional. Under the mighty chest, lied stumpful legs and still lied many hair as not few as in the arms he owned. A perilous figure it seemed in a glance over distance,  yet in peculiar the man carried a familiar face depicting fondness, and kindness.

He rode with fair and bright flesh, verily peculiar and interesting for his skin to not gone dark due to his habitual activity of travelling outside, beneath the golden sun and beyond the hills. He bore a long gray hair, often tied upon his back, occasionally or sometimes his hair would let loose. Brows which were narrow, yet hefty and his evermore eyes that held a kind that strangely difficult to be described in simple words. Of eyes that unremorsed by hate or deceive, a true-hearted one, yet to no avail it made happiness, but tears in the stead. Beyond his peculiar eyes were nothing sort of interest, his nose was pointy and massive, but narrow. And a forehead that made wrinkled, and so his eyes were surrounded by it as well. His lips were reddish like crimson dawn, and bit of goodly paleness in it, lovely the lips, had not hairs grew and carved in his face. A hefty and crimp it was, the beard.